Nope, I still love you, but it'll never happen again, it's gotten old.
are you calling me old?
Nope, I'm telling you it's gotten old, and right now it's sitting on a rocking chair somewhere, with it's jug of wine and a corncob pipe stuffed with the finest Columbian, gazing at the sunset over a cool calm lake with a dog named Grateful.
are you calling me old?
Nope, I'm telling you it's gotten old, and right now it's sitting on a rocking chair somewhere, with it's jug of wine and a corncob pipe stuffed with the finest Columbian, gazing at the sunset over a cool calm lake with a dog named Grateful.