Angelene, she's such a pretty thing
All dolled up in her
Another day has almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else
Do you wanna be a poet and write?
Do you wanna
I love the way you look at me
Can't you see,
You and me, baby, can meet for the weekend
To solidify
I haven't been myself these days
According to friends I tend
I'll admit, I can be hard to please
Now and then
Here I am beggin? you to hold me
When everything is
Every week it comes ?round
With a feel like New Year?s
Everybody wants an easy ride
On the merry-go-round that we call
I wake up to the sunshine
Out my window
And the passin?