you see clearly in their heaaaads. they make you wish. that you were deaaad. but you will come to show them allllll. the sacred game of basketbaalllll.
Ain't got no rhyme or reason. Ain't got no soul to speak of. I ain't got no compass. Or no sense of self direction. But I'll call you when I get there.
ain't got no rhyme or reason. ain't got no soul to speak of. i ain't got no compass. or no sense of self direction. but i'll call you when i get there.
so it's you. at my door. she is huge. she wore a taller man's height or more. if it fails me. then it's love for sure. . cause i'm here cause i want to be.
Hey, what's the point of this? Oh hey. What's your favorite song? Maybe we could hum along. . Well, I think you're smart, you sweet thing. Tell me your name, I'm dying here.