She had a hole in her blue jeans That was perfect for sliding my finger in And touching her skin She had a record collection from Sinatra to Queen She
You drink to me I'll drink to you Let's drink together but before we do... If we die tonight that'd be alright Coz we had one hell of a ride We kicked
I slept on your side of the bed last night I held your perfumed pillow so tight Cause it smells like you Woke up this morning feeling so alone So I listen
Thought that I would never love another Till the day my eyes saw you No I yeah I'm feeling like a giddy little kid in a candy store and I, I want more
I'm gonna ask that girl In the corner of the room If she wants to dance Gonna take a chance On that pretty little thing Even if she turns around And
wing and it's set just right When the power goes down, and the horses bite We'll you'd better believe there's gonna be a fight, tonight, alright We'
the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' for? Walk Damn, I'm 'bout to walk a hole in my Stacy Adams What time is
