I'm stuck here in the city.
The day's just gotten pretty.
There's a breeze from my right,
Can't wait to take off my heels
And party tonight.
I'll pick a rose from the garden
And place it within my little black dress's ribbon.
I'm out and about now.
I feel my will is being driven.
I've taken a grip on my new found motivation.
Here I am, making each day a new sensation.
Ehh, it ain't that bad in the city.
It's just a time to roam and be free.
Time to be me.
June 8, 2010
