You and me,let's go somewhere past the sea,maybe in trees,please,come with me.
You should be mine,you're so fine,like the sunshine,divine,and you hate it when i say "You can't cross that line".Wish we were like a guitar rift,only if,you and me,if you catch my drift.
Oh the things I'd say,if we ever got away,you wanna leave today?We could go to the bay,maybe a matinee,you always say you're on your way.But not today.
Do you know who you are?Does it matter near or far,or at a gay bar.Joking on that last one,but not when i say let's run,just for fun,under the sun?No rain is better,wetter,remember all those letters,i gave to you?Into your speci