Из альбома: Paul Baribeau
youve got
high rise eyes
i guess its hard to see the stars through all those city lights
listen you got
one hell of a drive
i guess this is goodbye
with dry eyes your tanktops and bra straps
your catnaps on the hammok
your heart was set like a mouse trap
you've got high rise eyes
i hope its not too hard to see the stars through all those city lights