Paul Baribeau
Jordan
Youve got
High rise eyes
I guess its hard to see the stars through all those city lights
Listen you got
One hell of a drive
I guess this is goodbye
With dry eyes your tanktops and bra straps
Your catnaps on the hammok
Your heart was set like a mouse trap
You've got high rise eyes
I hope its not too hard to see the stars through all those city lights