The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.
Don't make me angry-kiss you.
I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed
First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.
You have to promise you won't fall in love with me.
Anger is a warning signal. It points to problems.
There is a warning love sends and the cost of it is never written till long afterward.
