sometimes i'll be in the middle
of a filthy, sweaty mass of bodies
dancing to the gritty rhythym of a guitar
or stomping my feet to pulse of a drum
but all of a sudden i'll stop & remember:
i could have had you.
of a filthy, sweaty mass of bodies
dancing to the gritty rhythym of a guitar
or stomping my feet to pulse of a drum
but all of a sudden i'll stop & remember:
i could have had you.