I don't feel that she's mine enough God I feel I couldn't have you windin' up Butterfly in my wrist You make pretty women out of my skin And I don't feel like And I know you wouldn't They say build your own I said how sway? I said slavery a choice They said how 'ye?
Just imagine if they caught me on a wild day Now I'm on fifty blogs gettin' fifty calls My wife callin' screamin' Say we 'bout to l.....
