His pulpit's a corner. On 19th and Main. His grip on the gospel. His one claim to fame. . He hurls fire and brimstone. At the cars passing by. And he offers salvation.
Being without you, baby, is drivin' me crazy. But the way we were was drivin' me insane. The cure for a love-sick ill don't come in a little pill. I could use a shot of good time in my veins.
====================================================================. =====. Being without you, baby, is drivin' me crazy. But the way we were was drivin' me insane.