Not So Different
There’s a girl in the car next to me.
She’s getting ready for the day, just like me.
From her purse she pulls a rod of mascara,
And from my backseat I grab my hair brush.
She applies her mascara,
As I begin to brush my hair.
There’s a girl in the car next to me.
She’s getting ready for the day, just like me.
From her purse she pulls a rod of mascara,
And from my backseat I grab my hair brush.
She applies her mascara,
As I begin to brush my hair.