you're my coney island, baby, dont you know
birds singing in the sycamore trees
and the Angels wouldn't help you
I would let you take the bullet
because I will always believe in more
oh girls, they wanna have fun
I promise you, I will
summer time, and the livin's easy
all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
I'm made of fire and I'm watching it burn
Tell trip im over him, he's a creep.
you got me spinning like a ballerina
pretty girls make graves
girl gone missing
everyone from town says that you're so cool
I know you want me
oh but maybe, I was ready all along
The End.
I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it
diary of a girl wondering what went wrong
so you say there's a chance, for us?
the weight of this world was never mine
birds singing in the sycamore trees
dream a little dream
drink all day and we talk 'till dark
heaven is a place on earth with you
I said dont worry 'bout it
you can't stop whats coming
I fall to pieces
dance me all around the room