Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
Michael Cunningham
If someone asked me for directions, I can always get them there
I've got the answers to all kinds of
Questions, I haven't read a lot of books I swear
But I know my way across the city
I could give anyone a start
But I don't know, no I don't know The way to your heart
Well I cast you up in iron, I put you on a pedestal
And I made myself a sacrifice to make you a hero
Just though that you should know
I know my way down every blind alley
But the one thing that tears me apart
Is I don't know, no I don't know
The way to your heart
Well I could cover you I kisses or smother you in angеr
Would you think I was a jerk?
I might try a little sensitivity or crеativity but
Would anything work?
Cause if I could, I know I would
Hit you with loves little dart
But I don't know, no I don't know the way to your heart
The way to your heart