I'm
sure my steering wheel and dashboard would love a good break. But
they feel it, too, every time I see you. Why I gotta see you?
You're like a wreck out on the highway. I can't look away
and I can't pass through. You're like an early Monday
morning. Bringing me down, messing with my mood. I'd love to
say I can hold myself together, but I can't help but come
unglued every time I see you.
I'm sure my steering wheel and dashboard would love a good
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Jan 28, 2012 9:17am
