Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. . Let's put it to bed, let's put it down. I can't talk about it, not, not now. On my dyin' day I might be able to say. On a still sea full of manly rage.
She painted a bull's eye on my mind. No matter how I moved her aim was never high. I guess that was what I needed at the time. . A good woman is hard to find.