We keep our love in a plain brown box. We keep it tied with a simple lock. We hold it close 'cause it's all we got. We think it's ordinary but it's not.
I'm a hack driver in New York City. I've got seven kids on the lower east side. I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty. But in rush hour hell you should see me drive.
I'm a hack driver in New York City. I've got seven kids on the lower east side. I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty. But in rush hour hell you should see me drive.