Put A Little Love Here In My

It's Calm Under The Waves In The Blue Of My Oblivion.

My Derring-do Allows Me To Dance The Rigadoon Around You But By The Time I'm Close To You I Lose My Desideratum.

I've Gone Through Stages Where I Hate My Body So Much That I Won't Even Wear Shorts And A Bra In My House Because If I Pass A Mirror, That's The End Of My Day.

The Only Reason That It Takes Me Seven Years To Do Stuff Is Because I Just Don't Really Have A Plan.

Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are To Hearts.