Call me a perfectionist
Addicted to immaculate
The hair right, shoes tight
Got to look the dress the part
With nothin' in my pocket, got a catwalk for a closet
On my last lonely dollar,
Lock me up, before I hit the store!

If love was a word, I don't understand.
The simplest sound, with four letters.
Whatever it was, I'm over it now.
With every day, It gets better! :)

It goes up and down and it's all about!  

But at some point, we find again the right way!

markets and provide grief and every morning! :)