 Back as kids, we used to kiss when we played truth or dare. Now she's more sophisticated, highly edumacated, not at all overrated. I think I need a prayer to get in her boot, and it looks rather dry. I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye. Although she's crazy stepping, I try and stop the stride, because I won't have no more of this past to be found. Time for me to voice my opinion, can't be pretending she didn't have me. Sprung like a chicken, say to myself, like a chicken.