Author: j***2
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Review: Visão geral Letras Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes That you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares She swam out of tonight's phantasm Grabbed my hand and made it very clear There's absolutely nothing for us here It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture And the secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along Her arms were folded most indignant Not looking like she was soon to leave I had to squint in order to believe And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf I'm unveiling the unexpected I, who was earlier reluctant Was suddenly embarrassed and corrected How could such a creature survive in such a habitat? And the secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along Even if they were to find us I woul
Color: Black
