I might bite my lip. Look down at my shoes. I might clench my fist. Or just leave the room. . Chorus:. But I'm not gonna cry. Not one single drop. Cause once i get started, I.
Who'd-a guessed that Aquanette. Could start a fire with a single cigarette. She wasn't drunk, she wasn't stoned. Just sick and tired of wonderin' when he was coming home.