By angieubaldo Date: 2004 Mar 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.20.00.00.4003]] |
My hand, Searches for your's to hold. My body, searches for you to love. From silk , To satin, To flannel, Sheets, I search for you, In empty arms. Try to find my stunt man, Stand ins for your major role, In the movie of my life. You are gone. A season, Lived to short. So I guess I will just toss a quarter in the fountain, Make a wish, Find the next guy, Some nobody, To be my somebody tonight. |