No real interest in being someone’s something, rather to be someone’s everything
To mean everything to someone – one word, mind-boggling
This attitude can get her everywhere, and it will indeed
Simple suggestions – an elevated eyelash, perhaps – to match her competitive streak for complete gusto
Resume the fight, why won’t you?
Strike that Cara match and settle these manicured fingers right round that sentimental piece of garbage with bells on
Which brings so much in any given-over moment as such
You were born outright to light the whole wide world aflame
You tame these ricochet demons swimming far too problematically within – swarming, that’ll be the hornets’ part – and you will still a million-and-one hearts
Care for this dance, Lisbeth?