Texty:
Megan Slankard Freaky Little Story

bought it with another month of working weekends And it fits her like a glove It's smiling at the baby Looking at the needle work above his cute little

You will disappear Give a little bit of life Just a little bit of life for love Just a little bit of life And breathe it up Just a little bit of life

Morning is born, 6:24 Gabriella wasn't sure if she was really sleeping Doing her chores Like watching neighbor's tv through the kitchen window Yeah

his side, she closed her eyes She blew hot air into her hands because she forgot a jacket There's not much to do and there's so little time There's a

Dawn looked through the wall Where she saw the end Then someone shuffled papers And she returned again She covered her ears in anger And stomped out

s the only sound I hear I think it up Then I wipe it from my head Can't call thinking work Without a little sweat You're like a little child So immaturely

Pierre is walking Under a red umbrella The clouds look like an animal Pierre, you feel so big but then so small Every single time she calls you You,