Yeah when I grow up I wanna be a kid again For all that I know now I was so much smarted then I won't worry a whole lot less Laugh a little more And get back to believing the good guy always wins Yeah when I gro
Once again, I was at a new school. So was a girl in my class named Paris. That was where the similarities ended. I was tall and she was small. I was one of the oldest in the class while she was the youngest. My hair was thick, short and ugly while...