Imaginary Socialite

Happiness hit her like a train on a track

Coming towards her stuck still no turning back

She hid around corners and she hid under beds

She killed it with kisses and from it she fled…

[CATHERINE ZETA JONES - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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