This is how feel about my past lives

[whiteymcblack]

How can such sweet kisses come from such a poison tongue?
How can a bed of roses hurt so much to lie upon?
It was the thorn beneath the flower that I wasn’t counting on.
And now you’re gone, gone, gone.

Babe if we should meet again way on down the road.
Do me this one favor and pretend we never knowed.
I’ll say that you remind me of a girl I knew

Comments

[mrs_billy_joel]

the pics of you singing on facebook are really cool man