BLACK & BLUES: OJ'S CONFESSION TO NICOLE SIMPSON

I’m crazy,
Bout you baby,
Oh don’t mean maybe,
I’m so crazy

Pink stockings and the smell of burnt grease,
Paraplegics on the edge of release
Hot kisses as cold as ice
Time with you is like a roll of the dice.

You’re the one
You’re the fun
You’re the sunlight all over my skin
You’re the megabyte site 
Right under my chin

Wild roses and a midnight moon
Red mattress in a broke-back room
It’s only noon and I’m shattering glass
You better tie me down and save your ass