PAROLES
Under over kinda sharer
Kind of at that second nature
A born voice, practiced smile
So much so I swear it’s mine
In the moment I really meant it
I try hard to be authentic
Voice fell down a couple of octaves
So far down I thought I lost it
Call me up, I’ll be gentle
This body is erictile
I wouldn’t know, I was to be
Take my word and check that (?)
Unreliable narrator
