Lane of cocaine on the black piano. She sings about you all night (Hollywood motherfucker).The her black side died a year ago, baby. She lives in dreams of glory and of you. Her world is so rich, so beautiful. And so dangerous. As with everything in life listed above it is ideal. The light in her blue eyes so cold, and red hot lips bloodied. She's perfect, but it was her dream to you not in the cocaine dreams!
