Dreaming of you

I fell in love with Taylor December 13 1989

Hard to believe I had a sister name

Taylor who lived in New York City

To bad we were not out of the woods

And we had bad blood

Dear reader if I could back to December turn around and change my own life . I would be home again when air cold looking for my old home sweet home

You keep my scarf because it reminds you of John driving Maserati down one way street feeling like sixteen again

And I left for Florida because it’s a drug hurricane wipe me out to see. Taylor my sister again we mean I’m finally home

Lisa says it just like I’m in a dream but one day the truth we’ll set me free

And Phil thank you for feeding me

Tell Lisa and bob that why I don’t write lyric because criticism comes when your in it and so do the lies