
I dream of your first kiss, and then,
I feel upon my lips again,
A taste of honey…
tasting much sweeter than wine

I dream of your first kiss, and then,
I feel upon my lips again,
A taste of honey…
tasting much sweeter than wine
Out of college, money spent,
See no future, pay no rent,
All the money’s gone, nowhere to go
Oh, that magic feeling:
nowhere to go