Whoawwwww!
So my good friends,
Your super drug airheads.
I'm out to the
I have the time so I will sing, yeah
I'm just
If you're waiting for a call
It is double trouble the
Hour by hour
What haunts my nighttime
Even good friends
Have no answers
You
I'm all out of hope
One more bad break could
There's a change in pase
For fantasy and taste
Do you like
Last night a little dancer, came dancing to my door
Last
For a reason why
I'm safe here
Monday it was none
Monday was
Hearts which beat to a precise beat
Fading shadows on the
Motorbikin', motorbikin', motorbikin', motorcycling
Movin' on the queens' highwa
