Cross my coronary heart, hope to die To my lover, I would hardly ever lie He said "be accurate", I swear I'll try out In the long run, It can be him And that i He is out his head, I am out my intellect We bought that love, the crazy kind I am his and he is mine In the end, It is him and I, him and I My '65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride They… Read More