This is what I do this is what I do. Jennifer 1 was a racehorse-rider Heidi was a house on fire. Bernadette kept a distance we got tangled up in telephone wire.
Let's say you're in Chicago and you're rattling along on the El. And the one who rides beside you is a stranger to herself. Nobody knows her own heart.
I had a dream I was employed at my old position. As your second string it cut me down to the quick. It hurt so badly who's to say is it possible. It felt like it was real there was no god.