And the funny thing is it has no end
I try
Five, six, seven, eight!
All the time, awake
You're still on my
And speaking of
Little Miss Catherine
I feel swell, oh well
Because losing
I lost my innocence today
I could feel her in my
Missy got off the bus one day
In a crowd of
All dressed up, no place to run
No car, no girl,
What's passed these hands?
All these drugs and one night stands
So
And it starts...
Sometime around midnight
Or at least that's when
You
We all sit on the curb
And we stare at the
Standing on a bus stop
Feeling your head pop
Out in the