Hey, I talked to your mother the other dayShe said:
Catch a shooting star,Put it under your pillow.Close your eyes
Crying the rainNothing to sayLately I wonderWho you are todayI
Let your hair down, get yourself over hereEverybody's waiting nowSet
What about the things you said?What about the things you've
Cold summer breezeI don't even careIf I'm rightFeels good to
So many times you have seen me around andwhen you've
Don't speak, sit and listenyou can whisper, dont don't shoutthey
My Man Is A Mean ManI swear to tell the
There's only so much oil on the groundSooner or later
Imagine a world where every city is clean.No poor on
His moments of bliss, dew under foot,Fingers dipped in melted
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