You and I should meet, I do hope you have the time, You make the sound of laughter, I’ll be your whatever you want
Sometimes I feel it, do you know how it is? You wake up in the morning and everything fits. Now I got all this room and no money to decorate it. What the hell. In the basement sipping on a cola, I’m not scared. Words and music, my only tools – I gotta reach down and pick the crowd up.