You’ll build on me, lie on me, and run on me too, then spend the whole ride home brushing me off of you.

There's a song about them in Babylon. Just take one, like Proud Mary rolling on. Though made of tears, Justin is long gone.

I stand all alone where the blue waters meet, with nothing but waves at my sandy feet.

A built in tornado shelter, this dank concrete bunker lies silently below. Prone to flooding if your pipes burst though!

There a two that are gold..... Where food is sold ...