Marla Singer

I just liked her way
I just couldn^t say
I liked her hair
I liked what she said
Her tatoo
Her face of mad

She has pretty hands
She doesn^t have much friends
She believes in love
she likes boys and girls
she paints for fun
she has got a gun
in her bag
you should run
she is bad
I need this bad girl
with a voice of child
Who lets roll the
With a cute smile