Ah, Virginia … Written by Petty and recorded by Rod Stewart, Virginia surely was hot as Georgia asphalt or the aircraft wouldn’t have come to adore her brain. In this story, we play the aircraft—let your imagination run wild—and since Virge isn’t like you and me, she’s quite the loner. Like the poetry, Tom? Thought you might… and all them perspectives… virtual jewels … She said she hopes to hear more about that sunny day someday. Alas, she is a loser. She does like to think the best of people ….
I was the girl who was on fire
I was the girl who was on fire
Only a bird could get much higher
(I look in the mirror)
'Cause I was the girl who was on fire
I was the girl who was on fire
I was the girl who was on fire
Only a bird could get much higher
(I look in the mirror)
'Cause I was the girl who was on fire
Ah, Virginia … Written by Petty and recorded by Rod Stewart, Virginia surely was hot as Georgia asphalt or the aircraft wouldn’t have come to adore her brain. In this story, we play the aircraft—let your imagination run wild—and since Virge isn’t like you and me, she’s quite the loner. Like the poetry, Tom? Thought you might… and all them perspectives… virtual jewels … She said she hopes to hear more about that sunny day someday. Alas, she is a loser. She does like to think the best of people ….
I was the girl who was on fire I was the girl who was on fire Only a bird could get much higher (I look in the mirror) 'Cause I was the girl who was on fire
I was the girl who was on fire I was the girl who was on fire Only a bird could get much higher (I look in the mirror) 'Cause I was the girl who was on fire