Fifteen Minutes
Her smile doesn’t always win
They say she’s crazy
Her mind reads like a patterned shirt
Made out of maybes
She sighs she cries
But she knows
That Andy Warhol was right
Now she got fifteen minutes on her side
She says life is like orange juice that tastes like tin
And she feels like watercolor paint
That washes off now
She sighs she cries
But she knows
That Andy Warhol was right
Now she got fifteen minutes on her side
Writer/s: BOHM, BENEDIKT / RYDER, SILVIA
