It’s love, love
It’s love
A typical love
I’ve read the stories in
I wipe the ashes from the soles of my shoes
I
Take me back into your arms
Let’s just say we’re both
If I could break the hold you have on me
If
4:15 Friday afternoon
(Friday afternoon)
I took a trip on a train
(Took
I’m in with the in crowd
(Do you wanna be in
I beg of you not to tell
I beg of you
Shame
Like two cherries in a pile
I know how to cling
Oooooh
Oooooh
Who’s peeking out from under a stairway
Who’s calling a nam