thought about you all the time,
walking round, the guggenheim.
like a rhyme, in my mind,
there you are, in my car,
but we don't drive very far.
to the beach, out of reach
next to me... my fantasy
walking round, the guggenheim.
like a rhyme, in my mind,
there you are, in my car,
but we don't drive very far.
to the beach, out of reach
next to me... my fantasy
(photo gregfoto, lyrics sheila nicholls)
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