I like to think I know how to look out for myself. I've got ways and means to filter wrong guys out. When the B.S. meter is slamming into the red. I just walk away 'cause I'm not interested.
I need ya. Oh yeah, oh yeah. I need ya, oh. . Would you spare a minute, give me a single chance. To look in your eyes, let me hold your hands?. I want to get close enough to read you understand you.