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On a cold day
Deep in Winter
Little Jonni thinks alone
In his bedroom
He's the master
All his thoughts are all his own
They're his
No one to take them all away
All around him he sees the posters
All his heroes on the walls
David Bowie, a guy named Stewart
Mott the Hoople says it's all for him
And all the young Dudes ah ha
He thinks - Grow my hair
Dye it red - then they'll listen
Jonnie said
In the springtime
In her bedroom
Little Dorrit sings alone
In the mirror
She can hit it
This Sopranos in the zone
And she knows it
Man she knows
She's cool - yes she does
Then she looks out -
To the future
What would make her stand out
From the crowd
A Guitar man -
Who can write songs
Who can be so
Beautiful and loud
She wonders if he's
Out there waiting -
He probably is
I'll put my faith in fate -
Won't have too long to wait
Little Dorrit said
In the summer
On a band stand
This cool dude
Is on the scene
Plays his guitar
Like an angel
Like a devil this crowd
Had never seen before
He took them
To another level - yes he did
Then she stepped
Up just behind him
Moved so slowly
He couldn't tell
She had the mic now
In her nailed hand
Then she took a huge
Huge breath and WOW
The crowd were blown
Away right then
Yes they were
And from that day
They never looked back
Jonny the angel
Little Dorrit the Devil
On his back
Jonny the angel
Dorrit the Devil
Both on track
