Picket Line

Sunday Mistress
I'm plotting what ill say to you last night now go lay dawn and pen out your mind. Now concentrate as I squeeze out the juice from the twinkle in her eyes. It's so good, how can I tell her about you? I reeled you in and kissed the hook, bait-less and pure by the book. My road at a wind eyes locked we'll waltz around the clock, parallel to ground. All hitched rides must end, smile around the bend. Sunlight rollover to another's face. It's so good, how can I tell her I can't tell her about you Aus Songtexte Mania