I just don't ever think we'll find him, an empty road Down somewhere in El Sonata, it's always cold (What's the matter if it feels right, feels right?) Ahem
You're awful pretty, took my breath away Could I have it back? Knead in your spot when you're not there, just like a kitty-cat Met on the internet, I asked if you could video chat And I would whisper when my mom came 'round
