Underline = Ben
Ben looked at Ken then looked at Kire stopping her and whispered "hey"
She turned off the mic "what?" She whispered back
"I want to sing my song"
"Your song, we arent that good at it"
"Please, Kire."
"Ok fine" Kire took Bens guitar
Ben turned the mic back on
"Im going to be singing, my name is Ben hello. I call this one, Dirty Laundry." He said into the mic looking at Ken "its for someone very special to me" Ben smiled ass there was silence for a bit then when Ben heard Kire play he immediately sang
I don't believe in saints
They never make mistakes
I know it's not my place
Who am I to tell you that you need to change?
Her closet's such a mess
Filled up with all the skeletons she's kept
Nobody's perfect I confess
But she's perfect enough without ever dressing up, yeah
Dirty laundry is piling in her room
She's got her secrets, yeah I got mine too
I don't care about what you did
Only care about what we do
Dirty laundry
Looks good on you
Now here's some honesty
Sometimes I trip over your history
Wish I could change my mind
But it's the things I shouldn't see that always catch my eye
Dirty laundry is piling in her room
She's got her secrets, yeah I got mine too
I don't care about what you did
Only care about what we do
Dirty laundry
Looks good on you
Dirty laundry is piling in her room
She's got her secrets, yeah I got mine too
I don't care about what you did
Only care about what we do
Dirty laundry
Looks good on you
Dirty laundry
Looks good on you
Dirty laundry
Looks good on you
It looks good on you
Ben stopped singing and looked at Ken with a smile, Ken smiled back the concert was almost over only 2 more songs where left.
