you think you're a
break-my-heart boy
with your shy-gun smile
and your heart-melt eyes
but baby, it's the way you lean
that got me snared
yeah, i love the way
you close your eyes
and sigh deep like you're
used to releasing things,
and i'm just one more
that you've got to let go
cool hand luke by none of burt's beeswax

