A unicorn followed me home from the Bowie tribute band and after that things were never the same. Follow your heart.
Peter Yowie Poetry
Peter Yowie Poetry
A unicorn followed me home from the Bowie tribute band and after that things were never the same. Follow your heart.
Glitter eyeshadow, kissable lipstick, unmissable shows every night. Go careful with the lady she can be a real handful. We’re little ugly ducklings following the white Swan and underneath those designer clothes is a Bowie tattoo. With burning eyes, she sung songs, jazz is not for the lazy, I was a refugee, she was my statue of liberty.