Grab Your Coat
It think you’re hot stuff, I’ll get you what you want ‘cuz I’m a rock star, driving fifty cars. With my champagne, I’ll drive a man insane I’m telling you, I’m telling you… That you’re my guy, you’re a fine type, And don’t you
It think you’re hot stuff, I’ll get you what you want ‘cuz I’m a rock star, driving fifty cars. With my champagne, I’ll drive a man insane I’m telling you, I’m telling you… That you’re my guy, you’re a fine type, And don’t you
It’s sad to leave you, you weren’t what I expected there’s a portion of me that has you reflected Your sweeping expanse, eyes set on the horizon you hold me to your heart to beat away all my crying. Cruising on through in a dusty