
you're number eight, your name is jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes

i love the black and white, i love the play of light, the way contini puts his image through a prism

but for now we are young, let us lay in the sun, and count every beautiful thing we can see

hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I’ll live there ‘til I die, I’m asking you, to say my last goodbye, the love we knew ain’t worth another try

a very fabb recap

put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

i want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle

candy came from out on the island, she was everybody's darling, but she never lost her head, even when she was giving head