When I have joy,
My palms sweat
When I have stability,
I walk around aimlessly
O! She's a whimsical one,
We had prosciutto and brie
Under a Brookline sun
Supply my pipes
With biker gang ice
When I have joy,
My palms sweat
When I have stability,
I walk around aimlessly
O! She's a whimsical one,
We had prosciutto and brie
Under a Brookline sun
Supply my pipes
With biker gang ice