Saturday night, offered to read your palm
When I don't even know how to read palms,
It was just an excuse to get to touch you.
And oh, touch you I did,
All over.
Sunday morning, nursing hangovers with scenic strolls,
Holding hands
Until our palms get sweaty and we let go.
And next weekend we'll do this again,
All over.
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 9:05 AM UTC
Saturday night, offered to read your palm
When I don't even know how to read palms,
It was just an excuse to get to touch you.
And oh, touch you I did,
All over.
Sunday morning, nursing hangovers with scenic strolls,
Holding hands
Until our palms get sweaty and we let go.
And next weekend we'll do this again,
All over.
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