I Had Some Dreams, They Were Clouds

You Don't Have To Prove To Me You're Beautiful To Strangers, I've Got Loving Eyes Of My Own.

As A Singer I Tried On All These Hats, These Voices, These Clothes, And Eventually Out Came Me.

My Scar Is Beautiful. It Looks Like An Arrow.

But I'm Lost When It Comes To You.

So I Suppose This Slightly Mature Fashion Sense Happened Because Of What I Had.