Your song begets life. Your foresight carries the streams of consciousness, that leads to me. Find the Moon, find it, the time has come. Follow your heart with unbridled joy and serenity. I love you.
Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short, wear shirts and things, 'cause it's OK to be a boy.
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading. Silky smooth, lips as sweet candy. Baby, tight blue jeans, skin that shows in patches. Strong inside, but you don't know it, good little girls they never show it. All rights reserved.