Keys cut, three for the price of one. Nothing´s free but guaranteed for a lifetime´s use.
I´ve changed the locks and you can´t have one. You, you know the other two.
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear, I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway. Hey love, look into your glovebox heart. What is there for me inside ? This love is tired. I´ve changed the locks. Have I misplaced you ? Have we lost our minds ? Will this never end ? It could depend on your take.
You. Me. We used to be on fire. If keys are all that stand between, Can I throw in the ring? No gasoline.
Just fuck me kitten. You are wild and I´m in your possesion. Nothing´s free so, fuck me kitten.