Looking out my window at some girl as I'm writing this. And I watch her eat a peach, the way she's biting it, biting it. And I probably shouldn't stare, but I am fighting it, fighting it.
Hey boy. What you need is a girl. Who can give you what you need. A crazy girl, someone like me. . Oh boy, you're single and free. You like to play hard, live dangerously.