The broken heart is all that's left And I'm still fixing all the cracks Lost a couple pieces when I carried it, carried it, carried it home I'm afraid of all I am My mind feels like a foreign land Sil
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby. Let me know. Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it. And we start real slow. You just put your lips together. And you come real close. Can you blow my whistle