Molly

Could you love me, would you dare, the way she turned wheels, look at me I sneeze, is it my grey hair, that makes you dream, drunk on glossy magazines, would you care, the nights we spend easy, with someone's being, you have to have flair, even at fifty three, blowing like steam, your eyes flared, get ready to believe, there’s no has beens, to make you scared, I’ll get some fresh teeth, you’re my new Queen.