Sunday, May 15, 2005

When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm calling out your name?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I thought you were the landlord I was avoiding.
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