i've got pretty voices singing in my headphones every time i take the train
they have no faces, only broken hearts.
the forecast ladies live in my mother's little black box so she always tell when the weather is dark,
she's tell me what to wear
but will they believe me when i say
that i saw 22 little men playing football in daddy's room the other day?
i'm a little MADemoiselle in a magic place.
but the best part is that people sell drugs on Mozard Square.
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