Help Me
Morgan Dawsonthere was a cold lady who swallowed some snownanny for the neighborsthree years made her coldpoems about snow white
Liza sits on a chair at the counter, piping icing onto a cookie and dancing.
Neither one notice Gabe and he stays quiet, to keep it that way a bit longer.
“What I've got's full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter.. then you pull them all together,, and how, I can't explain.. oh yeah.. well, well you.” Abby belts out.
“ooh, ooh, ooh ooh oooh” Liza add.
“You make my dreams come true.” They sing together at the top of their lungs.
Abby spin away from the stove, swaying her hips to the silent melody of the song. “Well, well, well, you.. oh yeah.. you make my dreams come true!”
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