I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. I am waiting for the exact perfect situation and then BOOM! I’ll explode in a light show of feeling and emotion - a pinata stuffed with tender nuances and pent-up passions
Let's visit my Love Shack in MacArthur Park, it's Got To Be Real, so don't Le Freak out when I ask If I Was Your Woman, and to Call Me. Please don't start Causing a Commotion, because we were Born Naked and I Really Don't Care.