She was acting pretty, thought she owned the city Someone should have told her pretty aint a job Now she begs for money, no one calls her honey As she bothers shoppers in the parking lot Gets her karma with a catch Forgets superstition by wearing in backwards Lives under ladders and sleeps with black cats Some people never change They just stay the same way I swear this like a sailor, love is not a favor I find its just a concept that we live inside If you can agree with me and mr. Twain In matters of opinion our rivals are insane https://youtube/watch?v=vdvlf6rJC7I
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 02:41:17 +0000
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