Post #905930

It was the summer of 93, I was down Did too much thinking, too much drinking Dishwater brown, tall and fine You had a simple thing about you Couldn’t live without you We took the D train for uptown, and never looked down But that was then, this is now, you drove me insane But I didn’t complain Get out on your own girl, that’s what they say I’ve been through feminist statistics, a chick who said go holistic They don’t know how sweet you sound when you say “Hey girl, what time you comin round?” I’d work like a slave for it, turn all depraved for it Swim shore to shore for it, go out like a whore for it When I’m down I’m down What time you want me ‘round https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82L_5wc5dtE