Don't pretend you don't miss me
and the way i'd get tipsy
just to make every thought, besides you, flee
i'd run my fingers through your sexed-up hair
and rip your jeans off tear by tear
baby, you didn't know it
but I thought Iloved you there.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Don't pretend you don't miss me
and the way i'd get tipsy
just to make every thought, besides you, flee
i'd run my fingers through your sexed-up hair
and rip your jeans off tear by tear
baby, you didn't know it
but I thought Iloved you there.
