I hear your right back at the start,
While I'm scaling off the chart.
Goodbye to A typical fake misdemeanour,
A classical insecure demeanour.
The parts of myself that I trusted you with,
Now gifts of lasting memories I give.
Reminding me what I knew to be true,
Most stay when their gaining from you.
I happened to meet the one white witch,
She told me her name was Stevie Nicks.
When I asked her she sadly agreed,
That she sang her song Dreams for me.
So I would know exactly what to do,
Say no more for mi-casa su-casa for you.
Along I move to a happier beat,
Light as air on tiny dancers feet.
With A left hand girl by my right side,
Singing to our new song Riptide.
A tiger with a kitten inside,
Together we make friends with our Jekyll and Hyde.
Say good bye to the groom and bride.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC
I hear your right back at the start,
While I'm scaling off the chart.
Goodbye to A typical fake misdemeanour,
A classical insecure demeanour.
The parts of myself that I trusted you with,
Now gifts of lasting memories I give.
Reminding me what I knew to be true,
Most stay when their gaining from you.
I happened to meet the one white witch,
She told me her name was Stevie Nicks.
When I asked her she sadly agreed,
That she sang her song Dreams for me.
So I would know exactly what to do,
Say no more for mi-casa su-casa for you.
Along I move to a happier beat,
Light as air on tiny dancers feet.
With A left hand girl by my right side,
Singing to our new song Riptide.
A tiger with a kitten inside,
Together we make friends with our Jekyll and Hyde.
Say good bye to the groom and bride.
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