My baby's long and tall,. She's like a cannonball.. Say, everytime she loves me,. Lordly, you can hear me squall.. She cried, Ooo-wee.. I believe I'll change my mind..
A backseat driver, is that all I'll ever be?. Or can I just stand around and wait until the wheel gets shoved at me?. I keep thinking about what goes through her head.