Author: k***x
Date:
Review: Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need They think I don't understand The freedom land of the '70s I think I'm too cool to know ya You say I'm like the ice, I freeze I'm churning out novels like Beat poetry on amphetamines I say I say Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby Ta-da-da-da-da-da Pa-da-da-da-da-ya-da Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da They say I'm too young to love you They say I'm too dumb to sing They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea You're burning up, I'm cooling down You're up, I'm down, you're blind, I see But I'm free, ooh I'm free Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in
Color: Black
Size: XL
