Beetlejuice&Lydia

Beetlejuice: Spring was never waiting for us girl. it ran one step ahead as we followed in the dance. Padre: Between the parted pages and where pressed in loves hot fevered iron like a stripped pair of pants.. MacArthur park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down Lydia: someone left the cake out in the rain Beetlejuice: I don’t think that I can take it Lydia: cause it took so long to bake it and I’ll never have that recipe again Beetlejuice: oh no!