last drop I said, girls love money. Like bees in honey But lonely is the hunter. You're my one and only. And lonely is the hunter Asked her for a refill. Sweat flew off my face. (Oh yea). She's a
(Ian hunter). . (Transcribed by justin purington; corrections by colin ford). . Wrote this poem. Called "The Floods Roll On". He said, "This ain't yours,. Where'd you get it from? ". You must
your throne. would you be wise enough to let me go. for this queen you think you own. Wants to be a hunter again. wants to see the world alone again. to take a chance on life again. so let me go. The
Here I am looking for answers. Driven hard with no thought of surrender. If I knew where I could find them. I could spare you the act of a madman Shot down, scared to fall. Where do I belong
