There she goes, on down the beach. Just like the moon, she's out of reach. Losing my mind, already lost my girl. Blew the top right off my pretty world Oh, she used to be mine. She used to be mine
Someone told me long ago. There's a calm before the storm. I know it, it's been comin' for sometime When it's over, so they say. It'll rain a sunny day. I know it, it's shinnin' down like water I
Graphite skies of Brooklyn calmly drape Fourth Avenue. Fifteen-year-old gangsters have a honey-dipped or two. In Arabic, some patrons shoot the breeze. Jeez, Louise Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your
I've been thinking lately, how to get you off my line. Don't seem all that easy but it feels alright. I've gotten rid of expectations that I used to have. And we don't get along, no it really ain't