Sarah

My mother says keep true, but she doesn't rate, our love running smooth, it brings me back to you, by mountains and coarse lakes, love to do what we do, don't melt me lemon blue, my yellow hair just shakes, it blows down the avenue, our trips to secret venues, make me sometimes hesitate, luckily there's no curfew, pass this day can't you, each evening celebrate. no one's out to get us, why worry about the feuds, life shows all its breaks, stir in some wicked tunes, see the sound it makes.