to write, To no real father of mine. With no real things, it's hard not to think. With no real things, it's hard not to sing. Father your failures
palace by the sea? Could it be? [VLADIMIR] Yes, that's right. You rode horseback when you were only three. [ANASTASIA] Horseback riding? Me? [VLADIMIR] And the horse
a floating mirror Then I realize that the mirror is not floating But being pulled by a white horse In a great golden chariot The horse has human feet
tryin' to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreaming of horses Lookin' at a green sky, sun like a red eye Bright blue horses
a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a SOVREINTY columnist fathering
was stealing her father's horses When he saw her standing there Moon braided bits of silver All through her long black hair [Chorus:] War paint and soft feathers
weeks so the smell of cooking seeps through the floor I can't eat no more They want me to be as light as a feather so the Doctor's wired my jaws together
audience! I want real broadway entertainment! feathers! spot-lights! guilt! hours upon hours of guilt! about m Her! about my father! about brave women
car Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys Love was a father's flag and sung like a shank In a cake on our leather boots A beautiful feather
son cause you daddy made mo' than one And it was fun 'till reality formed screaming From a palace where the weather's warm Yo you have to be the father
Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys Love was a father's flag and sung like a shank In a cake on our leather boots A beautiful feather
on the rhyme Like a junkie on powder I go hard every line I'm a ex-Dope Boi but I still rap low And I sold more horse than a polo sto' I'm destined to
tryin' to be a good girl And give 'em what they want But Margery's dreaming of horses Lookin' at a green sky Sun like a red eye Bright blue horses are
