Time is the promise
It turns and tells them what to
I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
I wore my
They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing
Because the
He watches her while she is sleeping
He wonders if he
We don't know what time we'll be there
But we won't
Her fabulous invention, what strange imagination shown
Her gloroius intentions,
Tighten your tie boy
You’re something to die for
But don’t hold
You know you're too young for your age
I feel kind
Next phase, next craze, next nothing new.
Got the pretty boy