You said we can't kiss till Easter.
Who says I'll want to kiss you on Easter.
Who says I want to kiss you now.
Now you want to kiss me,
After changing your dresses and hair and nails.
And after
getting-it-out-of-your-system, you want to kiss me.
I want to kiss you on Easter.
I want to kiss you right now,
I want to pull your hair and and smear you lipstick.
But I won't tell you that.
Last time I did you ****** on my tires.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
You said we can't kiss till Easter.
Who says I'll want to kiss you on Easter.
Who says I want to kiss you now.
Now you want to kiss me,
After changing your dresses and hair and nails.
And after
getting-it-out-of-your-system, you want to kiss me.
I want to kiss you on Easter.
I want to kiss you right now,
I want to pull your hair and and smear you lipstick.
But I won't tell you that.
Last time I did you ****** on my tires.
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