Blue bus, city bus.
She was the kind of girl
She was the kind of girl
We're driving home on Route 3 in Jersey. "Did you see the car without lights?" "No, where." "Exactly." You knew that car was there, you tell me, because of how the cars around it were moving. Albedo, you tell me, is the
Sometimes I feel like a pioneer woman,
Mistakes were made, their name was midtown.