My girlhood among the outlaws. Was salty, bittersweet. The things I did, I could just kick myself now. Through nights of lousy dreams. . As visions gather in my head. I find it hard to live
?. She picks up her apron in little girl-fashion. As something comes into her mind. Slowly starts dancing rememb'ring her girlhood. And all of the boys she had waiting in line. Oh, such are the dreams
?. Years of tearing down our banners, you and I. Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first. And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil. At
