You know, littlegirl,
maybe you callyourself Mizzle,
butnow you're like a lighteningstorm
forme.
Sometimes you are socute,
sometimes you arejust nauty,and
sometimes you areeven noisy for me.
But now, everythingabout you seems
sopure,
andfragile.
You know that,Mizzle, U know that.
Never,ever, are you to be out of mymind.
yep, no more crying,babe.
Thinkin' I own you aStairway to Heaven.