April 2008
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend We've known each other since we were nine or ten Together we've climbed hills and trees Learned of love and A B C's Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees Goodbye m
You feel like Steve McQueenWhen you’re driving in your carAnd you think you look like James BondWhen you’re smoking your cigarIt’s so bizarreYou think you are a new kind