My first kiss was supposed to be GrandI was supposed to kiss him deeply and  passionately Or sweet and slowOur hands were supposed to tangle in each others hairI was supposed to feel the butterflies wash away In a sea of sparkling firecrackersI was supposed to stare into his eyes No longer with pained longing But with content and fulfillmentWe were supposed to grin like the fools we areBut my f...

Badlands SummertimeYour eyes were as blue as the South Dakota skies and, I, wouldn't have the words to describe how I felt when you sighed.I didn't have the words,I didn't have the language.I didn't have the words, I didn't have the nerve. I didn't have the nerve. Your eyes were the deepest blue that I'd ever seen. But you spent all summer on his arm,That ate at me. You said to call you Frankie...