Brown.
Soft like the puppy she is...

As i move along my path
I can hear the twigs snapping...

Tightly tied and neatly sewn.
White with red or solid gold...

Hey, my dear friend,
won't you come visit with me...

Spring Break in steamy Cancun,
18, ine semester to go...

Why not be a poet?
Who has felt the burning rush...

Did i ever get the chance to tell you
that i love you...

When i wake up in the morning you are the first...
I look into my mirror and i see the heart with...

What is this crazy thing that we call love?
What is it to you baby...

I know that i have hurt you
and i am sorry...

When you told me, i didnt believe you
i thought that my body for you was a breakthrough...

When she walks through the halls
why are you always smiling...