magazine, I'm talking about my magazine. Just tell me what you want, I print it all. You need help, it's a sick society. Just tell me what you need, I sell it all. Who needs friends, I'm collecting
fancy for me And I use to dream she would call. Crying her eyes out. She had an obsession with me. I was the love of her life. And she was all mine The girl in the Life magazine The first time we met
