Smart turns regular. Talent turns grey. Songs turn silent. Just as April turns to May. I was born in September. My eccentricity is therefore not mine. And I come across as pathetic when I rhyme. Or whine. Unapologetically yours.
Smart turns regular. Talent turns grey. Songs turn silent. Just as April turns to May. I was born in September. My eccentricity is therefore not mine. And I come across as pathetic when I rhyme. Or whine. Unapologetically yours.