His old man was a rebel yeller. Bad boy to the bone. He'd say, "Can't trust that other feller". He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin. . He was raised to think like his Dad.
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo. Come on!. Still feels good-oh, oh, oh. . That old T-shirt you wear to bed. Hangin' off your shoulders by a thread. The one you ripped off me when we first met.