She, she (has) no self control.
I see her life without parole,
but she's happier than I will ever be...
here we go...
She prides herself without a conscience, or any regret,
often her logic is completely lost on me.
Do you mind if i call you "tootsie wootsie baby" it's from a 1928 broadway
classical hit called "baby won't you spoon with me"...?
well, how bout it now?...
