You come knocking on my door Looking like a promise of what's in store Breezing in, how come so late? Dress in a mess, hair in a state Have mercy baby, you're putting this poor boy down It ain't no...
You come knocking on my door Looking like a promise of what's in store Breezing in, how come so late? Dress in a mess, hair in a state Have mercy baby, you're putting this poor boy down It ain't no...
If we took all the time that we spent fussin' and fightin' And turned all those hours into love Well I'm sure the things you'd find would be sorta frightenin' Cause it seems like you've forgot what...