All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

I've got a lot to say to you...

Yah.. i've got a lot to say.




Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one, two I was just counting on
that never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again...

Let's be more than this.




...it makes no sense at all

...it makes no sense at all.





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