9 acessos
He's got form. The kind that makes. He's got Dorm-
itory heartbreaks. And he's not afraid, to do it again.
He's got poise beyond his years. He's got toys, up to his ears.
He's got boys and girls, and boys again.
She's got boots up to her knees. She's got people, trying to beg her please
but she won't give in until she wins.
She's got friends with cellular calls. She's got hair that never falls
and she's keeps it well, but it's hard to tell.
They've got pets with sweaters on. They've got bets, and both are on
and they parade themselves whenever they're out.