Little Jesse Younger was a well respected lad. Doing all he could to please his mommy and his dad. But he never planned to be the man they said that he'd become. Somehow or another now his little
Feels Like Sunday - Jesse McCartney. The night's over. You're fading. It always ends the same. Your head's on my shoulder. As we pull away. So many good times you and I. It makes it so hard to say
ti. ar. al. Just Like Jesse Jame. Cher. Giddy. You're struttin' into town like you're slingin' a gun. Just a small town dude with a big city attitude. Honey are ya lookin' for some trouble tonight
