A beautiful girl can make you dizzy.
Like you've been drinking jack and coke all day.
She can make you feel high.
For the single greatest commodity known to man.
Promise. The promise of a better day.
The promise of a greater hope.
The promise of a new tommorow.
This particular oar can be found in the gate of a beautiful girl.
In her smile, and in her soul.
And how she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's gonna be okay.