When the clouds form heavy over me then I'm gonna remember. That dance that you did in the angel outfit in December. Clear the tables and fill the fridge.
I wonder if the De La Salle brothers got out. And if their holy Lord and jealous fathers ever feel trapped. Dear Mary, like all the attention. And if Jesus ever get detention.
So I said, I said, "what's your name. And where'd you wanna go from here?". She gave me a little grin. And it went from ear to ear. . She said, "this feels right.
How can I create a work of art?. Angled over a dishwasher that just won't start. Domestic bliss are you taking the piss. I need a minute on my own, minute on my own.
You're just like plasticine. Being molded into a libertine dreamer. I feel so sorry for you. If you were thirteen I'd let you off. But you're not and you should know better.