| love is a bank robber |
| I�ll have no more of your inconclusive stares. you may take your Ice Wares and peddle them elsewhere. What is it you want of me? Hit me already get it over with. or smother me with screams. i am over- come with this confusion hung-over and cotton-mouthed. Get me off this ride, I hate the Tilt-A-Whirl. Just hit me already. or Kiss me like you have something to lose. |