Jonesing to dance with a beautifully tall elegantly coiffed person to some wickedly dark and maudlin tune under blurry twinkly lights. Natasha has it figured out. Who says anti-depressants have to be teeny tiny little rounds pills?
Put your glad rags on and let's sing along
To that lonely song
You're the train that crashed my heart
You're the glitter in the dark
Put your glad rags on and let's sing along
To that lonely song
You're the train that crashed my heart
You're the glitter in the dark
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