a wish that she had never used.
The last magazine where she was seen,
And swears it was done on a dare
Now only fears that her career
Down on Washington Square
blows the shades off her window,
she stares on to 7th Avenue.
She sees a frosty father,
trying to sell his point of view.
Out of action, she tells her connection,
I need a fix, this just isn't fair.
And he takes a walk around
and disappears into thin air,
She reads every page of Vogue magazine,
studies every single book.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
is this me you no longer care?
You used to tell me that I was the one,
but now that you're no longer here
I stand and stare out on Washington
Doesn't anybody understand
Even in the dark, late at night
Just to throw them around
the best story walking across the street
as he was barely stumbling
for somebody he's gotta meet
He came on to see behind the canopy,
who was barely even there
that's June in California,
an d New York City again.
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