When you say you love me, it doesn't matter. It goes to my head as just chit chatter. You may take this egostistical or just or worry free but. What you say I take none of it seriously, and.
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky. With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by. A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I. When we're alone..
Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?. Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?. I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue..