She's only 18, don't like the Rolling Stones; she took the shortcut to being fully grown. She's got that mood ring, a little sister rose; the smell of Springsteen, a pair of pantyhose. The talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette; she said "my man, you know it's time you get your fingers wet". The last I heard from you, you were screaming "handle it". Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head; the book of love will long be laughing after you are dead. Fascinated by the look of you and what was said; make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed..
Gracias a todos por los saludos y demás (: