Because she was a blonde bombshell.
Because she had a brain, but everyone only saw the outside.
Because all she really wanted was to be loved. Loved for who she was on the inside.
Because men wanted her and women wanted to be her.
Because behind her smile there was sadness.
Because sometimes, sometimes I can really identify with her.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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2 comments:
An all-time classic. Nice choice.
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