he's eighteen,born four days after me.and he likes to draw facesgonna get himselfan art degree.but for now,it's the kitchenand a girl he likes to see...
i wait up so the time goes quickly,and the boxing day coffeewill pass by me...it's the day afterand everybody's a traveller.my lightthe only one for m..
what we'll doat the ripe old ageof twenty two.you'll find mei'll find you.amidst the welsh(when we're so angry)and i'll try to helpif you'll let me.be..
i met the love of my lifeon a cold winter's night.fresh out of the gay bar,where a woman tilted my chinand into my eyesshe did grin.moved her hips a l..
next year,when the holly and the ivyhave disappeared into the ground.and we've pluckedall the mistletoe berriesand run out of kisses...i will be bette..
i want to detach,but the only thing i feelis the painof this predilection.and here in the city...i have no convictionbeing angryfor all of five minute..
from my mindi try to find some rest.sipping drinks from a waitressas we try not to stare at her breasts.and i'm the only girl herewho's never had a ma..