She's goin' shoppin', shoppin' for shoes. She wanna them in magenta and Caribbean blue. Platinum and buttercup, lilac and black. They fill a bucket up and laugh behind her back Imelda baby, Imelda
distraction,. I'm goin' outta my mind Gonna rattle the bars, gonna break up the ball. Gonna tear out my hair, kick holes in the wall. My possession is your obsession,. You're not gonna win this time
He said he didn't even hear trains let alone the few words. The ladies maybe sayin' about him. She freaks and tells her closest friend. That she'll never love again. But she'll never, no not ever.
