Your Mama aint New York...
You got to bring your own sun...
Spread that fla-flavor...
Yes she's bold, bold enough...
To get off he cries "slutty goth" ...
The night is opening, our angels are falling...
Opheilia you must...
...She's pure Tennessee.
...enough for everyone, Welcome to England.
...icing fla-flavor.
...to set fire to your plain.
...But I'm a brightly colored person.
...and they'll warm us, right now, right here.
...break the chain.
♀♥♀
...enough for everyone, Welcome to England.
...icing fla-flavor.
...to set fire to your plain.
...But I'm a brightly colored person.
...and they'll warm us, right now, right here.
...break the chain.
♀♥♀
Tori Amos
