About Mad Girl
I am a little bohemian, without the infidelity and poverty.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I am a little bohemian, without the infidelity and poverty.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)