Maybe I'm still a little girl
Waiting for the bus from school alone
Tired with my socks
Praying down the corners
Being a bad girl
Perhaps the prince turned a boring
Living giving in my bag
Who knows life is not dream
I just ask God
A bit of trickery
For I am a child and do not know the truth
I'm a poet and did not learn to love
I'm a poet and did not learn to love
Puerility is not living reality
And I still have a whole afternoon
I walk the streets, I exchange a check
Mute one place plant
I drive my car
I take my tipsy
And I still have time to sing
I just ask God
A bit of trickery
For I am a child and do not know the truth
I'm a poet and did not learn to love
I'm a poet and did not learn to love
AFRODITTE QUAR WEAR:
EYES:
IKON Triumph Eyes - Dusk
LUCIANNA EMERALD WEAR:
EYES: EYES:
IKON Triumph Eyes - Electric
SHOES:
.:TBO:. The Wanderer Booties - BoHo
SOCKS:
MoDANNA [Trompeur Collection] Mid-Tights Stocking Ripped (Omega Applier)
Bobeira é não viver a realidade
E eu ainda tenho uma tarde inteira
Eu ando nas ruas, eu troco um cheque
Mudo uma planta de lugar
Dirijo meu carro
Tomo o meu pileque
E ainda tenho tempo pra cantar!!!!