We used to be happy. What a thing to chase. My heart is all broken. Yeah, well, I'm sad better. When you look at my face. . Don' tell me, "No", I'm done.
I wish I had a wad of cash. I'd throw it in a hat and take a cab. And I'd roll all the way to you, yeah. . And if I could I would get there fast. Because I want this feeling to last.