I'm sitting in the passenger seat of my limousine,
Waiting for the driver to open the door,
To greet the adoring crowd,
Screaming and singing and chanting my name aloud,
It's my party to celebrate my turning 21,
The moon is out, browned from the summer sun.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 8:43 PM UTC
I'm sitting in the passenger seat of my limousine,
Waiting for the driver to open the door,
To greet the adoring crowd,
Screaming and singing and chanting my name aloud,
It's my party to celebrate my turning 21,
The moon is out, browned from the summer sun.
written in 2006
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