Friday, 10 February 2017

Jacey

My bus has long gone, now leave me alone, each place is my queendom, life isn’t all champagne, don’t pity this poor Joe, standing in the rain, who hangs a good one, around her bones, or care where she's from, some need the evening game, give me a little Blow, forget any even break, we don't go to proms, but tread the stones, live life on the bum, it's not for everyone, do you like the waterfall, maybe you should try it on, not being born.

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