She comes from a land, Valencian winds.
Deciduous daydreams, dressage 'round the bend.
She's sometimes Miss Maybe, the mistress of when.
A triptych of new touch from heaven to men.
She likes nice cars, invincible trends.
She bites the heads off her mutual friends.
We dine at the table, she sits at the ends.
She likes big words, and playing pretend.
Come now dear boys, how where to begin.
She's Ursula Major of the prism within.
She's always in parties, she's plotting to win
your sashes of New Ro from psychic to sin.
So pseudo-mendacious, she's cruel in bed.
You'd think she was precious, something like you said.
'Cause she's got the secrets in which fate depends.
She likes nice cars, impossible trends.
She bites the heads off her mutual friends.
We dine at the table, she sits at the ends.
She likes the boys that meet her late by the glen.
She likes nice cars, invincible trends.
She bites the heads off her mutual friends.
We dine at the table, she sits at the ends.
She likes big words, and playing pretend.
She likes nice cars, impossible trends.
She bites the heads off her mutual friends.
We dine at the table, she sits at the ends...
She likes big words...
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I looooooooooove just about any kind. Right now im really feeling dance/party music and a lil alternative to go with that. I listen to music constantly so if you know a good band im me and tell me and ill give it a try. ..sotragicallypunk
My goal in life is aquire as much STUFF as I possibly can.