Looney Tune

Boy you look good Out in the neighborhood If we close friends Then our enemies Should be shaking hands Plottin on us to fall over Last call should be shells Tipping over them bowling pins Cause one thing Nothing comes first When you know you my last Breath of living on this earth Call it my present to past Search for you in the darkest hour When I can not breathe It's about to come to an end Wearing my heart on my sleeve Send me your lips as a text message So I can kiss you through the phone Here I am where you stand by your side Listen to me your never left alone Sucking down on that patron Invite me into your home So we can start over Afterwards I smell like your cologne