singing a song about. How you can see clearly. 'Cause it must be a feeling nylon Waiting for your silent shun. You don't notice me at all. I've left here foregone on the run. Just relax I'll take the
typewriters. The big man he's not listening His eyes hold Edith. His left hand holds his right. What does that hand desire. That he grips it so tight? Edith in the ring. The passed-over girls are
I'd like to laugh at what you said but I just can't find a smile. I wonder why I can't, I struggle with myself. Hoping I might change a little. Hoping that I might be someone I wanna be Looking out