So we meet again! And I offer my hand. All dry and English slow. And you look at me and I understand. Yeah it's a look I used to know. . Three long years and your favorite man.
If only you'd never speak to me. The way that you do. If only you'd never speak like that. It's like listening to. A breaking heart. Friendships die. Fires go out.
I ride into your town on a big black trojan horse. I'm looking to have some fun. Some kind of trigger-happy intercourse. 'Club America salutes you,' says the girl on the door.