She’ll break your heart
And you won’t even feel a thing
With a side hug and a smile
You’ll still think she’s a queen.
Baby, you’re growing up so fast,
Surely this teenage charisma can’t last.
It’ll burn out like a flame
Before you make any true gain.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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