You better you better you bet.
I call you on the telephone my voice too rough with cigarettes.
I sometimes thing I should just go home but I'm dealing with a memory
that never forgets
I love to hear you say my name
especially when you say yes
I got your body right now on my mind
and I drunk myself b-lind
to thesound of old T-RexTo the sound of old T-Rex - who's next?
When I say I love you you say you better
You better you better you bet
When I say I need you
you say you better
You better you better you bet
You better bet your life
Or love will cut you like a knife
I want those feeble minded axes overthrown
I'm not into your passport picture
I just like your nose
You welcome me with open arms and open legs
I know only fools have needs but this one never begs
I don't really mind how much you love me
A little is really alright
When you say come over and spend the night
Tonight!
5 comments:
I love that song. I never really quite thought of it in that way, though...
I am so jealous that you seem to be, uh, privy to info denied the rest of us. Or are you just free-associating?
Troop's secret is to start drinking at noon.
And not to stop until 11:59AM the following day.
Hey don't spread the word blake, whats a matta wit yu.
Knox if you go with the assumption that 99.9% of what I say is baloney than you have it right.
Of course the rest is provolone.
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