Babe, you always were a hurricane. The way that first you'd rage and then you'd rain. And all the calm there in your eye. Just felt like a lie, it always changed.
(Small, Powers *). . The way you walk the way you smile. The way you mess your hair. Your kind of talk it's only you, can make me stop and stare. Across the room you cross your legs I cross my heart and swear.