You've got your ball, you've got your chaintied to me tight, tie me up againWhose got their claws in you my friendInto your heart I'll beat againSweet like candy to my soulSweet you rock and sweet you rollLost for you I'm so lost for youYou come crash into meAnd I come into you
7-1 | Alcohol + Lyrics = Momentary Lapse of Contentment
One of my friends from New Orleans e-mailed me... This is how she feels now: "So how does it feel to be homeless? That's a bit harder to answer.…
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New Orleans may burn up long before it dries out.