Well, if you say so. [A chuckle.] Let me know what you think of his verse.
[Clearing her throat, she begins to sing it out softly.]
We both stay concealed, wield our wiles better than a weapon We didn't come for a fight but we'll turn out a legend And this one might be a struggle, might not turn out okay I know you don't stick around, but promise me you'll still stay
sends postcard
[Clearing her throat, she begins to sing it out softly.]
We both stay concealed, wield our wiles better than a weapon
We didn't come for a fight but we'll turn out a legend
And this one might be a struggle, might not turn out okay
I know you don't stick around, but promise me you'll still stay