The Runaround

I had words with Rudy down on the lot He couldn't help me out, it seems he forgot What my name was, he was one of my many shoulders Growing cold Nothing to cry on or rely on for a friend CHORUS They call me the runaroud, happily holding her hand The

Crazy Bird - Wild Child I'll wait around for a day This cord drawn woodshop haze Sat in your mind I need the old You stole my breath away You swore to me you'd stay I found something that I adore Oh how, how it's supposed to go on Not knowing if you