Where was love when
I felt more worthy and
Wasn’t worn to bleary?
Where was it when I
Still held my head high
While refusing to cry?
The numbers now claim
At my worst I am ready!
(“Ready Spaghetti”)
Where was love when
I felt more worthy and
Wasn’t worn to bleary?
Where was it when I
Still held my head high
While refusing to cry?
The numbers now claim
At my worst I am ready!
(“Ready Spaghetti”)