She just laughs and then an old man takes a stand in the auditorium, She sings her song, the words she knows, the rest she hums....Oh how it feels so real... Hold me close my Tiny Dancer, count the headlights on the highway.
For you [here] or dance with me below....
Friday, January 8, 2010
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