Paroles de Myself

You never seen nobody as divine as she can see reflections in her own eyes an admission of desire, on a handsome afternoon is an ovation to her ego in her everyone is everything and everything is mine Ms. Marceau you don't need another, you'll always be your own hero myself Ms. Marceau you don't need another, you'll always be your own hero As if we're speaking in another language every word means I, me, mine every hello every good no escape to the life of the average it's an ovation to my ego in her everyone is everything and everything is mine We're very fortunate to have her here accounts are empty and my friends deserted long ago but she say that i'm okay, so i'm okay