| Little Miss Fickle
thank you thank you your blessings ignite my ego your spotlight brings my crimson up and soothes my need down i am addicted to strokes but i fall apart if your head does not turn i have a solid mask and have learned spite well i am ~yawn~ ever thankful (i'll be with you in a minute) and i bow and smile to your raised glasses but for your sin i will ignore you at the celebration party shalome 2007 � |