Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle And she was the moon shining back his light a little He was a shooting star She was softer and more slowly He could not make things possible But, she could make them holy
Dana. That is all I have to say. My friend Dana on sugar gives spit-takes, strokes cheese while saying: "I've been expecting you" and screams about 1D giving her CPR. If she was that star- She would explode. I WANT A TEE SHIRT WITH THIS ON IT!