Another late night call because you're sick of it all

Oh Michelle, Michelle,

I might know something I can’t tell you.

The second I understand, I’ll cover up what I can,

Cause you’re right. . I’m a boys man.



I don’t know what love is,

Because I’ve never really felt it.

If I had any proof,

Even you would hit the roof.

(I’d hit the floor).



I want to be more,

But I don’t think that’s what I’m here for,

Suffering has sketched all over you,

And we alone know what you have to show.



I don’t know what love is,

Because I’ve never really felt it.

If I had any proof,

Even you would hit the roof.

(I’d hit the floor).



I don’t hate you,

I don’t know how to start.

You have that smile I can never forget,

I want to see how big these boots can get.

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Knockin' Boots?

Oh. At 63 it's knockin' over false teeth. Just a metaphor ~A~