crissat

A hollywood babylon bikeathon for breakdancers all broken down in their beds, now intravenously fed. From a bag hanging over their heads. Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say? 'Cause don't you know, it's going to be a long long way. But if you've got the cash, i'm ready to bust my ass. So take this thin broken down circus clown reject and give her the name of a queen. Don't I know her from the mezzanine? She didn't look like no princess to me. But with the proper words bestowed, and with her morning shoe and her everning clothes, don't call her a prostitute, for she ain't one of those. Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze.