Testo di Buddy

Forgive when not forgotten This could be my last day And in case I don't see you I'm coming back in May Moving on, did my time Feeling fine, feeling fine Keep talking, walking pretty Remember what I say I'm getting hard in the van On our way to the bay I got a pint in my hand and words to make you stay A pocket full of rubber and my hand on your face Moving on, did my time Feeling fine, feeling fine Goodbye, buddy Goodbye, buddy