|
|
||||||||||||||
| Items |
|---|
| Well, you shouldn't be sorry, you're the one who left. Listen... uhm... I'm gonna be late for work... Bye. |
|
I guess that's déjà vu, Cause you moved to west L.A But I thought: "this can't be true". Or wherever to get away from me. Or New York or Santa Fe On the other side of a street I knew, Stood a girl that looked like you. |
|
|
|
Was more than just right. and frankly scared as hell Oh, I was overwhelmed I didn't leave you Because I really fell for you. Oh, but that one night cause I was all through. |
|
|
|
Hefty bag to hold my love. Oh, I swear to ya Just a shy guy I'll be there for ya. This is not a drive by. Looking for a two-ply |
|
|
|
The way you do me. They don't like it. When you move me Everything is groovy. Sue me Oh, I swear to ya This is not a drive by. I'll be there for ya. |
|
|
|
And get down to of a downward spiral, you drove away. On the other side So let's skip But now here you are again, the how-you've-been And I loved you every mile My love for you went viral. the more-than-friends-at-last. |
|
|
|
and frankly scared as hell fell for you. And I was overwhelmed Oh but that one night Because I really Is still the highlight. until I came to, I didn't need you |
|
|
|
I'll be there for ya. Looking for a two-ply Hefty bag to hold my love. The way you do me. They don't like it. Sue me Just a shy guy This is not a drive by. Everything is groovy. Oh I swear to ya When you move me |
|
|
|
I'll be there for ya. This is not a drive by. That when I leave Please believe And a little time Oh I swear to ya There's nothing up my sleeve To get my head together too. But love for you, |
|
|
|
On the other side Cause... But I thought This can't be true I guess that's déjà vu, Of a street I knew That looked like you. Stood a girl |
|
|
|
I'll be there for ya. This is not looking for a two-ply a drive by. Just a shy guy Hefty bag to hold my love. Oh. I swear to ya |
|
|
|
I'll be there for ya. Sue me This is not a drive by. The way you do me. When you move me everything is groovy. Oh I swear to ya They don't like it. |
|
|
