«You asked if I was feeling it I'm psycho high. Know you won't remember in the morning When I speak my mind. Lights are on and they've gone home But who am I? Oh how fast the evening passes Cleaning up the champagne glasses.You asked if I was feeling it I'm psycho high. Know you won't remember in the morning When I speak my mind. Lights are on and they've gone home But who am I? Oh how fast the evening passes Cleaning up the champagne glasses.
