This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
I was born in small town,
Pleasantville, USA,
Moved to find a different life,
St. Petersburg is where I'll stay.
Found myself a decent job,
It keeps me on my feet,
training for the rest of my life,
with a life saving coast guard fleet.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
New interests I've found by accident,
Starbucks is my cup of tea.
Its complimented by my hooker of a friend,
Whom shares a place with me.
Gabby by day, barista by night,
A modern day goddess.
Old fashioned is how she portrays herself,
Although she's a bit modest.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
Vintage is a place known by many,
Although no one sees it the way I do.
I work my tush off all night long,
And my bosses fail to have a clue.
Different groups of people surround,
Drinks flow and the music plays,
It's kind of like a marry-go-round,
The imagination runs rapid these days.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
This is...Who I am.
Who, who, I am.
This is who I am.
Christian
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