Your love is like a studded leather head-lock, your kiss it could put creases in the rain... You're rarer than a can of dande-lion and burdock... Those other
Jigsaw
Be cruel to me, 'cause I'm a fool for you...
I poured my aching heart into a pop song, I couldn't get the hang of poetry... That's not a skirt girl that's a sawn-off shotgun, and I.... can only hope you've got it aimed at me.
Blue moon girls from once upon a Shangri-La, how I often wonder where you are...
YOU have got that face that just says: "Baby, I was made to break your heart"
