You hold your head high while I just put mine in the sand. I could talk for hours, and you would never understand. When I ramble about nothing, I wish that you'd hold my hand. Oh, Lord, I'm overcome and wanting what is wrong. If my struggle is a sin, I'd go to Hell-- to Hell and back again. You are so beautiful when your lips start to move. I want to be everything that you've got to prove. I'd say something sweet, but I blush and look at my feet.