Their ships are good, their men are fine. Hurrah for the Black Ball Line. Welcome, Dockyard Workers of New England.

When April showers may come your way. You know they’ll bring crowds of daffodils. Sunrise, sunrise, looks like morning in your eyes.

Sporty spice. Striped dreams. We do not live an equal life, but one of contrasts and patchwork. Imma keep grindin on this graffiti.

Marine escapades and college life. Point red and midnight blue. No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.

Wide legs and mini denim shorts. Bell bottom blues. I don’t want to lose this feeling. In your heart I long to stay.

Less skinny. More retro fades and distressing. I wanna be free just me, babe. I’m easy like Sunday morning.