Divas are not made, they are born.
Just tolerate my little fist tugging on your forest chest
If I were to imagine myself as an idler wheel inside some big mix of gears, then I would be connected to everything. It's not like there's just me and then nothing.
It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.
I dare anybody to look at me and say I'm anorexic. I'm so totally not.
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun