Do I enjoy the sun upon my face? Or do I just like how it looks when I’m in place? Exit stage left, leave your character behind But I don’t know which is hers And I don’t know which is mine I pretend that it’s 1952 And when I come home, that’s all I gotta do No one can see, and no one has to know What I look like, what I’m doing In my room when I’m...Learn More