the lovely dysfunction of natalie wood and warren beatty
and so this is christmas
love me, love me, feed the flame
this time
you're number eight, your name is jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes
don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone
i could have danced all night
when i’m in the middle of a dream, stay in bed, float up stream
put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
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
yeah, they were all yellow
the water’s warm and children swim, and we frolicked about in our summer skin
pretty pink hair, big brown dress hair eyes, gotta get to your pink house
