I hate writing in diaries.
I hate making up songs...

The ugly duckling sat and wrote.
She sat and wrote...

Another year has gone.
One more time I say to myself...

The Perfect Guy is out there.
Somewhere thinking...

Cinderella had her godmother.
Sleeping Beauty had the fairies...

It plays on the radio.
I smile...

Roses are red.
Violets are blue...

If I were to fall.
Would you catch me in your embrace...

I could tell you that I love you,
In French or Spanish...

You stand tall,
Even though you are short...

She found us "friends".
She brought out the best...

I remember a time,
When I cried when I fell...