If children ran the world. There would be no warfare pain. Cancer would be cured. With money lawyers made. The shy would dance with fire. And never run away.
Mary Ann by Andy Kim. . You look like an angel. You taste'n like wine.. And your kind of love babe, is so hard to find.. Ahh, you make me want, just like the day I was born..
Scorned, hated, fighting the urge. No more. I've given my pound of flesh. At least I have a purpose. It's putting you to rest. No, it's just the beginning.