Tamiko - Your Gloomy Childhood Friend

We don't get it started 'til the sun goes down and the freaks come out, to play at night in the neon lights, when the moon shines bright in the summer sky. You're delicate and warm with blush. Like butterflies and crimson blood. Soaring high here in paradise, where the stars explode right before your eyes. Like a flower that blooms in the moonlight.