Bullet All American 28541 Posts user info edit post |
I made my bed, and I sleep like a baby With no regrets, and I don't mind saying It's a sad, sad story When a mother will teach her daughter That she ought to hate a perfect stranger And how in the world Can the words that I said Send somebody so over the edge That they'd write me a letter Saying that I better Shut up and sing Or my life will be over?
oh, and I believe most Friday nights Look better under neon or stadium lights 5/18/2023 10:44:08 AM |