I am curled around your back, you breathe out of your mouth
I slip an arm over the north of your shoulders,
my fingers trailing to the south
I can tell how you feel by the way your lips pucker
You’re just my friend, I am the sucker
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
I am curled around your back, you breathe out of your mouth
I slip an arm over the north of your shoulders,
my fingers trailing to the south
I can tell how you feel by the way your lips pucker
You’re just my friend, I am the sucker
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