Hazel, dirty blonde hair. I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere. You got something I want plenty of. Ooh, a little touch of your love. . Hazel, stardust in your eye. You're going so
I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road. The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel. I hate my