Bless my soul
What ever happened to my saturday nights?
Every saturday night here on campus I find myself reminiscing about rocky.
My friends are tired of hearing about it. But I can't help but catch myself
reaching for that fresh pack of camel wides, and my giant rockstar.
I wish it were possible to come home again.
Every saturday night here on campus I find myself reminiscing about rocky.
My friends are tired of hearing about it. But I can't help but catch myself
reaching for that fresh pack of camel wides, and my giant rockstar.
I wish it were possible to come home again.