I’m in the
sky when I’m on the floor
The world’s a mess and yr my only cure
There’s no time for me to act mature
The only words I know are “more, more” and “more”
No one to criticize me then
No one to criticize
No one to criticize me then
No one to criticize
There’s no fear when I’m in my room
It’s so clear and I know just what I want to do
All day bedroom dancing
To you I wanna say
Yr my thing.
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