It might be fun with her hands on me
You must return someone's soul to them
You hear me mourn, it's closer than before"We'll take it slow", is something you'd assumed
The house will buckle around you
As you swagger up to my route
True love, true life?
Oh no, I really like you babe 'til you're acting up
With eyes on the roads with acid and love
Demented rose with loving notes
Patient luck rising up
My solution wordly
Misheard, the west coast
The most without a hope.