I recall the days that I was single. Used to flirt, fool around and mingle. And you came along. And suddenly it changed completely. . Now some girls fall.
I live a mid-age. And something has me really turning red. I toss 'em then I turn inside this bed, oh yea. Yea I said it. . I'm unsatisfied. With all the loan me yours and their goodbyes.
There's a picture in my window. Of a world that sleeps outside. As still as it was midnight. Is heaven left behind?. . It's a book that has no story. Shakespeare had no time.