The Pop Star and the Playboy Quarterback
Cate Mattison
“Broken bird, broken wing, all the calmness that you bring. Seems to me like just another day.
Struggling just to take flight, the lessons we learned overnight, an empty bed where you no longer lay. Well, how do you find any time to match every word with every rhyme? But if I lose it all for you, was it ever really true? How do I start to tell you the truth of what I do? You’re the one who’s gone and shaped me, the single one who raised me. But does that mean I’ll ever find the truth to set me free? Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, oh. Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, oh!”
The crowd starts clapping in time with the song, and some members even shine flashlights as they wave them back and forth.
Bab Populer