Some time back in 85 In July When the summer was high And we've been alright You know what money can't buy One kiss on a flatbed truck A hot rain Has completed our luck You said Words don't mean...
on the golden road... someone carved our initials in the stone. i dreamed of curly blackhair... when you were there. our first rendevous... was in the devil's workshop come true. this was dirty, dark...