I love you. I miss you. Forgive me my ineptilude. And I will change my attitude. I'm whinning and pining for sweet embraces never known. A harvest from
started with me. it started with you, you started with me. it started with you. it started with you, it ends with me. wait and see. hey, look! what's that sound
Mostly I'm an optamist, bore my bad news and still persist goin on about my problems say, what's wrong with our world today? It may sound funny, but
Sad is the man who drinks with himself, to fog up the day that precedes, from sad then to happy from happy to bitter that bitter old man is me. Hey (
Come on in and take a load off. Pour yourself up a drink and we can talk. Has it really been that long? How did we get so old? What's the problam man
All for the taste of some win stained lips. Two hundred miles. Just to get my fix. This shouldn't be. You're bringing me down and I need to get some