Jul 2015
He was James Dean,
My cigarette daydream.
He was wild,
And I was his flower child.
He was my secret,
And I was unfit.
But with that mischievous look in his eye
I never could say goodbye.
My cigarette daydream.
He was wild,
And I was his flower child.
He was my secret,
And I was unfit.
But with that mischievous look in his eye
I never could say goodbye.
