On All Fours Lyrics & Chords By The Mood

Three weeks and counting 'til he's on his way to France Not a dime in his pocket, but a ticket in his hand He's a cynical bastard, but there's hope in his eyes ...read more

There's equal spaces between the hurdles and steeple chases So I don't go around blowing smoke in people's faces Rather than acting like a pest to your spouse I'll conduct my...read more

And [Incomprehensible] ate the world On all fours, on all fours And the big boys cry like girls On all fours, on all fours And everybody wants to love somebody Now that...read more