Friday, May 28, 2010

Come On Over


come and tell me what you think,
don't turn those thoughts and whispers away.
come and tell me what you hear
and I'll reward you for what you say.

come and brush forward
these bangs and block my eyes.
come and watch me spin and spin,
and we'll make sure this style never dies.

come and blend on in
with the wall while I stand out.
it doesn't matter how you look at here,
you're gonna stare while I look about.

come and watch as I pass,
I'll keep passing and walking away,
or come and see who I really am:
you'll realize it doesn't matter what they say.

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