PICKAXE THERAPY BLUES
PICKAXE THERAPY BLUES When you’re getting to me, baby, when your memories cloud my mind, when I start thinking ‘bout you, baby, I grab my pickaxe and I make myself unwind. You walked out on me, baby, took my money, my life, my love, you wanted to make a new start, baby, And you showed me what you’re... Sign in to see full entry.