Kevin Clay Kiss And Tell
She's got a dirty mind. I've got flies on th a double life without a single flaw. Covered with honey, smothered in blood, while she was married, buried in the mud. I don't know where I'm going to. But you don't know where I've been. She don't care what I'm going through. But you don't know where I've been. She's got a guilty smile. I've got a hunch or two. I'll never know her like the flies on the wall. Like a feather, it gently fell. Like Heather, they kiss and tell. I don't know where I'm going to. But you don't know where I've been. She don't care what I'm going through. But you don't know where I've been.