Then she starts to cry, mascara running down her little Bambi eyes

Sweet Sixteen and we had arrived
Walking down the streets as they whistle "hi, hi!"
Stealing police cars with the senior guys
Teachers said that we never make it out alive.
 
There she was, my new best friend
High heels in her hands
Swaying in the wind
Then she starts to cry
Mascara running down her little Bambi eyes
"Lana how I hate those guys"

Post A Comment


156 likes

Love this look? Get more styling ideas

Continue
×