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bad things

I wanna do bad things to you

walk into church, and kiss you out of spite

theres only one of you

baby take me, dont hesitate,

let me do bad things to you

your lips are fireworks

up and down my neck

i wanna do bad things to you

please, come on,

my clothes are on your floor

your fireworks set me off,

what we have is better,

im scared of fireworks,

and i shiver when

i think of you sometimes,

unexplainably

its probably a bad sign

but who cares?

i want what i see

stop teasing me, please,

just come here

let me do bad things to you

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Written by
pink_sleeved_girl_8
16 / F / head in the clouds
Published
Apr 14
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22·109
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inspired by "bad things" by cailin russo

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