Fate points the finger. It's a double-barreled ringer. You're the one, you're the one. That's been touched by the singer. . And then in the night, cold as ice.
I wake up laughing, thrown from a nightmare.. I come down standing when I'm tossed in the air.. Bright as Tiajuana.. Like a dose of Bella Donna.. I could cry but I don't wanna..