2012
09.11
09.11
It’s a hard knock life for us
sunrise, sunset
because the hills are alive with the sound of music,
the music of the night and
all that jazz.
I am what I am,
take me or leave me.
I’ll never fall in love again.
But soon it’s gonna rain
a memory, summer nights, and
some enchanted evening.
If this isn’t love, then send in the clowns.
Honey, honey
I’m Dulcinea, Johanna.
Think of me defying gravity
for the next ten minutes
with you
tonight
and they say it’s wonderful.