
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!
I love that song. I never really quite thought of it in that way, though...
ReplyDeleteI am so jealous that you seem to be, uh, privy to info denied the rest of us. Or are you just free-associating?
ReplyDeleteTroop's secret is to start drinking at noon.
ReplyDeleteAnd not to stop until 11:59AM the following day.
Hey don't spread the word blake, whats a matta wit yu.
ReplyDeleteKnox if you go with the assumption that 99.9% of what I say is baloney than you have it right.
ReplyDeleteOf course the rest is provolone.