Another Friday night down lover's lane. Windows are foggin' and she's feelin' faint. Comes up for air and tells him hold your horses. Askin' is this love he says of course it is.
(lew bakey). . Another friday night down lover's lane. Windows are foggin' and she's feelin' faint. Comes up for air and tells him hold your horses. Askin' is this love he says of course it is.