diumenge, 12 de febrer de 2012

A highway with no one on it

You say you want your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want a diamond on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow old
All the promises we made from the
Cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

What a prize! Got a body like a battle
axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.

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