
Giving up my throne, serving the public.
Darling, we've got a seat in a vacant playhouse.
And I'd love to play house,
But you and I know we'll come back to plug in.
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There's always something to gas.
It's only an artist's path.
And I fall in love right here with you.
I wrap you in sateen and velvet blues.
You fit right in my picture, Mr. Gray.
Glad I put some sunshine on your face.
The moon...
Is hanging low...
Grimaces...
Way below.
Says, Hey...
Throw it all away.
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He could be the one, babe.
Give it a chance—grace.
I know you're so hardcore
To protect your soft core.
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If he's the one,
Why does he look at me that way?
'Cause he's the one
Who's not afraid.
About the Creator
Ángel Sierra
Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.
Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!


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