for crushin', you're known for blushin'. Oh what was that. You blowing kisses, I throw em back, pull into that culdesac. Back then no chauffeur, back seat like a sofa. One leg on my shoulder, one leg
Face the face, got to face the face. Face the face, got to face the face You must have heard the cautionary tales. The danger's hidden on the culdesac trails. From wiser Incomprehensible who have
