I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice.
Making collect calls
On a cold, white Christmas
In St. Paul
Making collect calls
On a cold, white Christmas
In St. Paul
A poem so epic and true
About how you are cursed
With a beauty so great
I'm sure that it's hard being you
A poem so epic and true
About how you are cursed
With a beauty so great
I'm sure that it's hard being you