Letra Any Given Sunday - Pierre Bouvier
Man speaking : in any fight,
its the guy whos willin to die whos gonna win that itch!
and i know if im gonna have any life anymore,
its because im still willing to fight,
and die,
for that itch!!
Taking my time,
im trying to leave the memories of you behind,
im gonna be fine,
as soon as i get your picture out of my mind
I wanna feel the way you make me feel when im with you,
i wanna be the only hand you need to hold onto,
but every time i call you dont have time
i guess ill never get to call you mine
Your nothing at all
i know theres a million reasons why i shouldnt call
theres nothing to say
that could easily make this conversation last all day
I wanna feel the way you make me feel when im with you,
i wanna be the only hand you need to hold onto,
but every time i call you dont have time
i guess ill never get to call you mine