How about Baja California?
More transparency.
For a love that is losing.
I love language, it would be nice.
I am sorry for what God told you.
There are hopping bunnies in the Baja sun.
I would never swear again.
And I will not make too bright a light from God.
And I know I take a moment.
Some call it performance.
Some call it rude.
I know one thing.
It is singing.