she wore a raspberry beret, the kind you find in a secondhand store, she wore a raspberry beret, and if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
while mona lisa and mad hatters, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers, turn around and say "good morning" to the night
the big bang theory
you're number eight, your name is jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes
when i’m in the middle of a dream, stay in bed, float up stream
pigtails and freckles, braces on your teeth, who would have thought they'd become so sublime? i would have thought, for i thought so all the time
you get a gun and name it after a girlfriend
i want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle