There are things that I regret. Like being called a nervous wreck. And working up another sweat for you. There's nothing that I can do. For counterparts and bleeding hearts. And all the things
There are things that I regret. Like being called a nervous wreck. And working up another sweat for you. There's nothing that I can do. For counterparts and bleeding hearts. And all the things
There are things that I regret. Like being called a nervous wreck. And working up another sweat for you. There's nothing that I can do. For counterparts and bleeding hearts. And all the things
There are things that I regret. Like being called a nervous wreck. And working up another sweat for you. There's nothing that I can do. For counterparts and bleeding hearts. And all the things
She goes down to make breakfast. The machine spins round. He reads the morning paper. On the bus to town. Although they live together. And they are counterparts. Don't rock the boat. Upset the
never alone. In the seventh heaven on the thirteenth floor. Sweethearts' counterparts kiss. Limbo dancers under the door. Where human dynamos piss. Adults only over her pubes. Debutantes they give her
There are things that I regret. Like being called a nervous wreck. And working up another sweat for you. There's nothing that I can do. For counterparts and bleeding hearts. And all the things
There are things that I regret. Like being called a nervous wreck. And working up another sweat for you. There's nothing that I can do. For counterparts and bleeding hearts. And all the things
when I'm sober, sober when I'm faded. Over scrutinized by all your counterparts there's no debating. Bridge. You say it's cause they jaded, yeah they jealous that I made it. Do you remember that first
