my thoughts were perverted
but somehow it became reality
blue jeans and gumboots
your kissing my *******
playing with my shell necklace
whispering memories of the past
we're laying on a cold tile floor
in an empty room
in an empty hotel
in the middle of nowhere
this can't be real...
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 12:22 AM UTC
my thoughts were perverted
but somehow it became reality
blue jeans and gumboots
your kissing my *******
playing with my shell necklace
whispering memories of the past
we're laying on a cold tile floor
in an empty room
in an empty hotel
in the middle of nowhere
this can't be real...
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