Yeah, Jenny was the kind you'd call up late. For a date on Friday night. Didn't never matter how much I had to drink. She come and give me a ride. Yeah, Becky was a hell-raising, dart-throwing girl.
A rose. Will start to fade. Without rain. And some warm sunshine. It'll die. Every time. Fence. You're always on the fence. You're one foot in. And you're back out again.
A rose. Will start to fade. Without rain. And some warm sunshine. It'll die. Every time. Fence. You're always on the fence. You're one foot in. And you're back out again.