Boiling blood, pounding heart
I knew someday we'd be torn apart
Body to body, skin to skin
Where does our story even begin?
I was naive, experience I lacked
Little did I know your intentions were cracked
Thought it was love, but it was really just ***
Oh how I pity the poor girl who's next
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
Boiling blood, pounding heart
I knew someday we'd be torn apart
Body to body, skin to skin
Where does our story even begin?
I was naive, experience I lacked
Little did I know your intentions were cracked
Thought it was love, but it was really just ***
Oh how I pity the poor girl who's next
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