I met this girl. She looked like Axl Rose. Got drunk and took her home. And we slept in our clothes. And in the morning put. My feet on the floor. And thought.
While I held you with our undry eyes. Happy years pass by, it's okay to cry. . After all in the end. Just pretend. . Well, it's sticks and stones and broken homes.
I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose. Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes. And in the morning, put my feet on the floor and thought.