Originally Posted by d2jp
I keep hearing...."On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air....."
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she cant get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.