I really hate this
I hate this
Current mood: aggravated
"Tell me something bad about Tulsa, how them old oil wells smell in the wind. Tell me something bad about Tulsa, so I wont have to go back believeing i belong there again. Eyes as blue as Tusla skies I kept gettin lost in when I met her. Hair like Oklahoma sand I could run my hands through forever. All good things must end, all rivers had to bend. I keep running out, but she keeps pulling me back in"
"When I don't know what to say
Don't know what to do
Don't know if it really even matters to you
How can I make you see,
It matters to me
Baby I still don't understand
The distance between a woman and a man
So tell me how far it is
And how you can love like this
'Cause I'm not sure I can"