satin words
she calls
you advise
marble island
caught in line (cotton line)
doorway lean
i’m feeling wanted
she is something
batting her eyes
don’t you worry
i will find my way home
don’t you worry
i will find my way
i won’t compete with the girls in the front rows
patience is virtue, i reek of sin
was that a smile?
oh, for once am i wanted?
must have misread that
pardon, I forfeit
don’t you worry
i will find my way home
don’t you worry
i will find my way