dear chicago, you’ll never guess. you know the girl you said i’d meet someday? well, i’ve got something to confess. she picked me up on friday. asked me if she reminded me of you. i just laughed and lit a cigarette, said “that’s impossible to do.”
Tag: lyrics
she fights fire with gasoline
you could tell she had a history with cigarettes and whiskey and boys who had a way with words
the old ceremony @ wallace plaza
the old ceremony @ wallace plaza, originally uploaded by minervacat. there is a song i sing when nobody’s around and i forget the words sometimes but it never lets me down ’cause when i get to the part where i feel just about fine well, i don’t want to wither on the vine
