I sit down to write a song and I think to myself What exactly do I want to say? Then you come to mind like nobody else And all the words just fall into
Another day has gone, I'm still all alone How could this be that you're not here with me You never said goodbye, would someone tell me why Did you have
It's gonna go a little something like this Gonna lean in to give you a kiss You're gonna get a little tingle in your lips And I bet you'll want another
Six o'clock on Friday evening Momma doesn' t know she's leaving 'Til she hears the screen door slamming Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming Local country
I know you wanna leave me, but I refuse to let you go If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy, I don't mind coz' you mean that much to me Ain't
(by Gavin Degraw) I don't need to be anything other Than a prison guard's son I don't need to be anything other Than a specialist's son I don't have
