She down on my socks. Getting ice for my scotch. Never bending my ear. Just chilling my beers. . She don't say much. She's cold to the touch. Sometimes it's rough. With her handcuffs and stuff
Travelin' with no anchor, Lord. In a sea of indecision. Lost in fields of languish, Lord. As I am I cannot stand. . I'm here to make a declaration. Won't fall without a struggle. And I accept y