(M)e and a (F)riend the last time we played. Hope to again, this ass took a pounding and promised rhat next time, I could see how blue and black I could make those cheeks.
All because of you I believe in angels Not the kind with wings No, not the kind with halos The kind that bring you home When home becomes a strange place I'll [f]ollow your voice All you have to do is shout it out