These are Los Angeles Times. She is black and white. She is New York Times. With all its torn up streets. In a fashion magazine. . Beautiful beautiful times.
She's got a friend. She's got a broken heart. Lying in bed. Waiting for life to start. . She's got a friend. She's got a Beatles song, oh yeah. She played it.
You know how friends are funny when. When we're just clowning around. You know how friends get crazy when. We can't stop messing around. . We always leave a seat open for you.
It's to you from me. Hope you like it, hope it's alright. For you from me. You can remember, this is alright. . You know just living a lie. Sometimes it's never enough.
If I knew then what I know now, more. But will you still show me how much you're in love?. Darling, please, I know I lost my head. Don't turn away. . Am I a fool?.
I hang around and stare at the scene. it's unbelieveable and obscene. so fucking decadent and so clean. it's like a fucking film to me. a sudden sound is smashing my ears.