"exile on main street," And that "nevermind" thing is a ror. | |
'Elizabeth doesn't have the strength to lift a gun,' nevermind fire it. There's loads of rabbits in the meadow. | |
- He gave it, But I didn't pay it no nevermind. | |
- I'm a New York City copper. - Out here... that don't make no nevermind. | |
- It ain't none of your nevermind. | |
"exile on main street," And that "nevermind" thing is a ror. | |
'Elizabeth doesn't have the strength to lift a gun,' nevermind fire it. There's loads of rabbits in the meadow. | |
- He gave it, But I didn't pay it no nevermind. | |
- I'm a New York City copper. - Out here... that don't make no nevermind. | |
- It ain't none of your nevermind. | |
Makes no neverminds to me. | |
Makes no neverminds to me. | |