Why is it all these fakers. Seem to nake the morning papers?. They're selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion. Lokk at the Jazz Star, he really needs some guts.
Hello innocence. Though it seems like we've been friends for years. I'm finishing, how I wish I had never begun. Though it should be the last one. . And it's dragging me down to my knees.
I think I love. every single little crack on your face. I think I love. even our most casual embrace. You don't have to try. Cause I've made up my mind.