Don't dreams count for anything in this game? First thing you know, it's time to go home. I heard some doctor on the radio the other day saying that seventy is the new seventy. Dang!
Wouldn't you know it. Finally I am mature enough for high school. Well, junior high, but I don't think they have that anymore.
I've got some melodies left in me to melt stars, break hearts, stop traffic. Seems funny now. I've always been too busy with the heartbreak game to work properly. Without it I would never have had anything to write about.
Who's in charge here? Get me somebody in retention. Who's the boss?