Used to call me ‘Sugar Cookie’, and I’d answer with a smile. Kick it into neutral, then we’d glide another mile. Used to get there lickety-split, but he didn’t seem to care. As long as there were tree limbs in my hair.
Think I’m over my head.
Used to think that ringlets was the only way to go. Get you in before the crowd, keep you late after the show. I suppose one day I’ll meet his mother. Probably get hit on by his brother. Wonder if those are daggers or colored contacts in his sister’s eyes.
Think I’m over my head. My RPMs are on red. Think I’m over my head.
Thanks so much for your priceless advice, I’ll be back for more tomorrow. Never had a problem begging or stealing, but I sure don’t like to borrow. Ixnay, ergo, s’il vous plait – what language are we speaking today? You bring the means and I’ll bring the passion, and we’ll make our getaway.
Think I’m over my head. Mr RPMs are on red. Think I’m over my head.