Looking around glass, my future is in the past. I'm re-arranging my life, I'm single and now I laugh. All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end.
And I wouldn't be me. If I didn't get a little nasty. They say all I ever talk about is sex. . How 'bout we just move over. And do it where we at?. How 'bout you just lift that skirt up.