Thursday, July 13, 2006
Tanning In Your Sunray
Chilling in the love shack Summertime,
number 9 Every time,
I think, my dreams come true
Here we-o time
Nearly everything mine
Get in Line, things for you
What time will for you be here now?
It's a quarter past 7 now
And I'm waiting for you
What cha gonna do?
When it hits you You and me,
I Hold back my shine
When I realize
I'm getting my tan in your Sunray
And we see
Through the mirror
That you got me
Thinking clearer
And I'm gonna be under your skies I'll stay
fart-ed at 8:59 PM