Later
HERE TODAY GONE TOMORROW
CRY MY TEARS FULL OF SORROW
HOW LONG WILL I WAIT FOR HER TO
ARRIVE TO PULL UP IN A HURSE AND
ASK ME TO DRIVE
NO LICENSE NO PAPERS TO GO OUTTA
IF WE SNEAK ACROSS IT WILL BE TOO LATE
IM NOT GONNA BE THE FOOL IN JAIL
KNOWING ID HAVE TO ESCAPE ON BAIL
DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT KNOW ILL
PULL THROUGH AS LNG AS I STAY AWAY
FROM YOU
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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