Tekster: Ass Ponys. Azalea.

His legs they won't support him now
That he's near half a ton
But he remembers very well
A time when he could run
They ran around her bed
She chased him around her bed
Azalea

He doesn't fit behind the wheel
So he just stays inside
But he remembers very well
A time when he could ride
They rode around the bend

She rode around with him
Azalea

They found him on the kitchen floor
They said it was his heart
But I remember very well
The way he came apart
Her name was on his lips
Her name was on his lips
Azalea