Well, I woke up Sunday morning
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
The beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
so I had one more for dessert.
You know, there's something in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone.
with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
The beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
so I had one more for dessert.
You know, there's something in a Sunday
that makes a body feel alone.
kirby:
aw, youre really, really sweet. 
thanks!
thanks!