Poison MD113.1

Wear something out, you'll agree
I'm no poison
When, when it comes, when it comes

The look of something good, in your smile

My like my and it's never it
I know I must be sad or I never
Miss me with those sounds that I've written
I have written

While I'm in my spot
'cause I have got somewhere to
Hold it all inside
You're alright, you're alright
The away to some new, and I don't notice
I'm good, on my way much too often