Becca Jane Approximately

When your mother sends back your invitations
And your father to your sister he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all your creations
Won't you come and see me, Queen Jane?

Mar 14, 2009 2:37pm

The most tender place in my heart is for strangers, I know it sounds cruel but my own love is just too dangerous…in the end I was the mean girl, or somebody’s in-between girl, now it’s the devil that I love.

Watch out! It could happen to you! I wish I could concentrate hard enough to read the not-about-Lily Allen parts of the New Yorker and then discuss them in my intelligent blog, but I cannot. Coming up: Lily Allen. That echo chorus lied to me with its hold on, hold on, hold on.

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Becca Jane Approximately

When your mother sends back your invitations And your father to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all your creations Won't you come and see me, Queen Jane?

When your mother sends back your invitations
And your father to your sister he explains
That you're tired of yourself and all your creations
Won't you come and see me, Queen Jane?