What do you see?
You people gazing at me
You see a doll on a music box that's wound by a key
How can you I'm
Under a spell I'm
Waiting for love's first kiss
You cannot see
How much I long to be free
Turning around on a music box that wound's by key
Yearning
Yearning
While
I'm
Turning around and around......
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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