offered on December 13, 2009
Once there was a little girl
Who THOUGHT that she was a queen
And she thought the world was a playground
Filled with SAND
So with all her friends SHE created a FANTASY
They all come to ME with their demands
What do they WANT from me?
Don't you know they all called my name
What do they want from me?
What do they want from me?
What do they want from a poor boy who can't believe?
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