she told me no
she told me go
but she holds me so gently everytime we blow
our chance to glow
it's too dark to know
if our river flows up or down
but i love her frown
as much as her nouns
he has her crown
but i have her crayons
it think we're even as long as my Crayola
continues to lay on
her charm
love,
howard
she told me go
but she holds me so gently everytime we blow
our chance to glow
it's too dark to know
if our river flows up or down
but i love her frown
as much as her nouns
he has her crown
but i have her crayons
it think we're even as long as my Crayola
continues to lay on
her charm
love,
howard