Something make my chest stir. Something make my head blur. I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no. I'm just such a happy mess, whoa-oh. . And drums are four on the floor.
Something make my chest stir. Something make my head blur. I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no. I'm just such a happy mess, whoa-oh. . And drums are four on the floor.