Well the miles stretch outlike ivy 'cross the grounddevouring all my mapsWe know what we wantwith out a doubtwe're just not sure where it's atBut we'v..
Babe, I dunno how you do that,but I'm never wearin' a shirt around you againyour touch melts like butterright into my skin,and then you ask me if I'mc..
I spoke, andyou spoke, andpersonality is the bane of language.So much is left to the imagination,so that we might as well beplaying charades with our ..