Everything Was Perfect

A Pound Of Pure
your big eyes saying ‘swear to God I'm excited!' so cut up some pure, give me some white and try to look alive if you can ‘cause the fortune's yours if you last through the night so you're ill used tell me more way layed and loved and died for those lips saying ‘when in Rome be a Roman!' so start right here, make me believe the lash and spur and temper alike are less than glad but a sight more than pleased we thought somehow that more could change - could make this right we felt ‘till now we'd have some more and then we'd be just fine so keep it to yourself or tell me now what you think From Letras Mania