You don't know what love is.
This is what love is:
I'm sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us
I’ll be true, I’ll be useful, I’ll be cavalier; I’ll be yours, my dear.
You’ve got wits, you’ve got looks, you’ve got passion, but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?
you couldn’t say much less now could you
if it’s not me you need to sleep beside … who am I to you?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map