Well, I met a pretty boy from Back Bay, Biloxi Hotter then a pepper, sweet as sticky bun I was sold on molasses, paintin' up my lashes I said, "I need
I try not to think about where you're runnin' round, When I feel this way. Who, you're there to see. Will you run into me? Are you doin' ok? Sometimes
dies? We've got the house the fancy car Yeah,baby we worked hard now here we are Well,maybe we've paid more then it should cost We got a California king
When you're lyin' by her side And your conscience just can't hide A bitter taste flows from her skin It's me again Restless nights you toss and turn
Taking sides, planning a trip No place like home if only I could afford it Ticket to ride, connected by the hip Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the
Taking sides planning a trip, No place like home if only could afford it. Ticket to ride connected by the hip, Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the
