They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair Bet I’m not the only one who thinks she’s got the vocal flair.
She’s got to move from here to there to harmonize some riot gear Well there are spotlights left to share but for that life, she is grateful after all, she was raised to recite a Sunday Prayer but if you’ve got a problem with that, do know that she just doesn’t care.
Well she just can’t take a butchered animal’s cries I guess you could say that she’s liberal with her eyes To be real is her only guise and to be herself is her one only disguise You could call her a friend but that would be nothing but a lie.
How sweet thy name I speak it and your voice calls I hear wonderful whispers from your lips Followed by the smile bestowed upon your face How beautiful is thee… When you cry, a tear strikes my eye When you
You’re making eyes,while I make up my mind. Thinking of ways how I’d make you mine, You play that little game where you keep me guessing, You leave me wanting more so you’l keep on teasing, All i need is
Shooting star With a quicksilver mind, You deserve to go so far, Can’t someone stop you Before you ruin your soul, With irreversible harm? Drinking all day, Every single day, Out of your head on booze, Is this the life,