She wrote this out on a piece of red construction paper:
Singing like there’s no tomorrow
It’s all you need
Nothing will change my mind
Getting gifts isn’t the fun of your birthday
If you love me I’ll love you back
Nothing will get me there
Getting me there to love you
Pranging (sp-no idea) along like a little girl
It’s no help
Writing up a song
Telling you about the time when I was a kid
Yeh, yea, yea
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