Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly. Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard . Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt . You say, "What did you do with him today?" . And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray . 'Cause you're my fella,
They're circling 'round but I need more time. My freedom is priceless and so is my peace of mind. I shouldn't have to pay for mine. If they were bees 'round my baby I would kill them. But they hov