May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong, may you stay forever young.
She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat.
The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
My big fear was that my guitar would go out of tune.
I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.