I took a ride on a February morning. Just getting over it and dealing with the mourning. I started thinking out loud. I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired. . My baby's flying off the edg
Come on, baby, take it home. People are starting to stare. And they're turning on all of the lights. We've been putting on a show all night. Boys will be boys Take it home, take it home. 'Cause I
Walk softly, don't want to disturb the dead. Is it an enemy in front of me, or have I been mislead. Should I stay or fold, I think I'll pack my * and go. I've always been the wait around type, unde