Milloy
Deuce
Is it constant change in view point,Or the moving of the linesThat we drew last time when we came here?Your promises they faulted now.I tried to play the gameBut the offside caught me out again.I dropped the ball before the line,But I lived to fight another day.I was only dreaming with something sticking in my eye.I'm make believing that you were tongue tied.
From Letras Mania