The city lights were fading,
I saw her on the pavement,
Dressed in black and,
Writing wrongs,
The station played her favourite song,

She said,
I don't think I remember,
A taste as sweet as this December,
And I kno-o-o-ow,
I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home!

hahahaha
"sweet december- short stack"
funny....one the few rock ish songs that i like :)

im coming homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee