here we are dear old friend
laughs have been had and and tears have been shed
maybe the whiskey's gone to my head
i would give you my heart
so get your hand out of my pants
it's not that i dont care - i do
i just don't see myself in you
i would give you my whole being
we would tear down the walls
so won't you stop cupping my. hand
i've never been intimate with your fist
you have opened brand new doors
get over here and drop your drawers