It was me on that road But you couldn't see me Too many lights out, but nowhere near here It was me on that road Still you couldn't see me And then flashlights and explosions
"In a season of SPLIT PERSONALITIES - moody intellectual by day, WILD CHILD by night - evening calls for SHOWGIRL-esque EXCESS: strobe light-loving sequins, MIRRORED CLUTCHES, patent booties and LACQUER BANGLES. After all, on the dance floor, EVERYONE'S A STAR."
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