Encanto girl
Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom boundary boredom
The weird artist 🐢
I contend your drinking eye has never been opened I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping Someday I will go back outside and see her ok...
