I was wondering, While you were in the bar with me. Did the candle by you, Signal a flame inside your jeans?
But please don't answer me. My drink just became three. And yes I am scared, Of what the truth may be.
And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike. Sure, it's lonely but it's safe. And gentle on the break.
I was wondering, Is my name in your book tonight? Is there a page or five, Concerning me and you? Oh nevermind.
But please don't answer me. I couldn't spare the wait. You were dumb, dull, and broke, And yet I still feel like I am great.
And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike. Sure, it's lonely but it's safe. And you turned on the break.. Sure, it's lonely but it's safe. And gentle on the break.
And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike. Sure, it's lonely but it's safe. And gentle on the break. Sure, it's lonely but it's safe. And gentle on the break.
And it feels like I've been hit by a motorbike. Sure, it's lonely but it's safe. And gentle on the break. Sure, it's lonely but it's safe. And gentle on the break.