You come away with a great little story, of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you. You never did give a damn thing honey, but I cried, cried for you. And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you.
You come away with a great little story, of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you. You never did give a damn thing honey, but I cried, cried for you. And I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died, died for you.