Like a cool and cleansing grain.

Before I, I knew what hit me, baby, you were flowing through my vein.

I'm addicted, to you, I've done your love, like a fireball truck I can't get in my world Lost in your eyes, drowning How old are you?

She's some scratch face.

She can actually make.

I'm closing.

Little things have started to

Get so you can follow them.

Over the left?

Yes.

Cool.

Cool.

Sit down, not getting high.

I never feel I couldn't live without you.

Now I know I could get saved.