He don't remember, how it got there. It had a number, written on his forearm. It spelled disaster. . He entered the club scene. All hoping, all hoping for dancing.
He don't remember, how it got there. It had a number, written on his forearm. It spelled disaster. . He entered the club scene. All hoping, all hoping for dancing.
I hope that you like it in your little motel. And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well. Well, I can see it as time and a sight through smell, and.
Everyone's afraid of their own life. If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed. Am I right?. . No one really knows the ones they love..
And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me. I could have told you all that I love you. And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from.