With your mother's cameo brooch. Sat at the foot of her bed taking notes. . You watched her since you were small. You are the new belle of the ball. . With your father's bruise on your arm
around. And love ain't gonna let you down (hm). . Verse two. So you wear your heart like a brooch for all to see. But the blood that pumps through. So will you save that for me. I've sweetened my
. Saying "Oh, my dear, it's your true love, rise up and let me in". She said "Surely you didn't leave behind a golden brooch nor a velvet glove. Or are you returning back again to taste more of my love
we stand free. Blue cheese ain't more eye masks - sugarcoat, leave the regime unconscious. Take off that brooch, that tux, that preponderance. Save more real lives, send less banal condolence. (Damn