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2006-03-03 - 2:38 a.m.
Today I turn 30 years old...my how time flies.
Ribbons Undone by Tori Amos
She's a girl
Rising from a shell
Running to spring
It is her time it is her time
Watch her run with ribbons undone
She's a rose in a lily's cloak
She can hide her charms
It is her right there will be time
To chase the sun with ribbons undone
She runs like a fire does
Just picking up daises
Comes in for a landing
A pure flash of lightening
Past alice blue blossoms
You follow her laughter
And then she'll surprise you
Arms filled with lavender
Yes my little pony is growing up fast
She corrects me and says
"You mean a thoroughbred"
A look in her eyes says the battle's beginning
From school she comes home and cries
I don't want to grow up Mom at least not tonight
You're a girl
Rising from a shell
Running through spring
With summer's hand in reach now
It is your time
It is your time
So just run with ribbons undone
It is your time yes my angel
It is your time
So just run with ribbons undone
Run run darlin'
Ribbons undone
