Well.
FREE WILL
THE ART OF MAGGIE ELLIS
If it were now to die,
‘Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.
Get us out of here.
My life revolves around this
Blowin’ up like you thought I would
I’ll never see it again.
Who needs friends when you have NEW YORK?
