She follows the crowdto a place of her ownpeople with wineand taste as her ownwhen people are grownfeelings aren’t shownthat’s why we’re hereand you’re not aloneMinds are what you should followAll the papers are writingof drugs and her fightingyou can’t stop the lightningshe’s on her wayto a beautiful dayAll the flavour is goneshe’s no longer strongshe needed me to tag alongShe walks through the cityproud like a queenwhat she holds in her handis something you’ve never seenabused and in painoh the crowd goes insanelight up the stagepour up the champagne