It's 2gether. It's 2gether. . Number 2, G E T H E R. To the CD you play in you car. Drive to, cry to, blow that star. Tiger Woods is 10, strokes under par.
We're alone in the room, playing Hixin and Doom. And now you telling me goodbye. So you want us apart puts a knife in my heart. And a tear welling up in my eye.
I'm losing my hair. and my vision is shady. Last night I dreamt. of an overweight lady.. But I need a young thing. to keep up with my pace. To hold me in her arms,.
Bob Buss: All those girls, block upon block upon block.. They all come here lookin for their dream boys. Heh.. Who makes those dreams?. Me.. That's what I do. That's my job..
I'm losing my hair. And my vision is shady. Last night I dreamt. Of an overweight lady. But I need a young thing. To keep up with my pace. To hold me in her arms.