I thought I changed
Drove another path
Cleared my saving way
But there I was again
Still had my favourite hand
Clasping with a firm grip
A hidden gem, softly
Growing from my wicked mind
And flew another dove
So I made a friend.
I thought I changed
Drove another path
Cleared my saving way
But there I was again
Still had my favourite hand
Clasping with a firm grip
A hidden gem, softly
Growing from my wicked mind
And flew another dove
So I made a friend.