There are girls who smell like spring...
And there are girls who smell like books...
And there are girls who paint a trace along the lines of your own family.
Which are most to be avoided.
There are girls who smell like spring...
And there are girls who smell like books...
And there are girls who paint a trace along the lines of your own family.
Which are most to be avoided.
Something in the air. Which cannot be shaken. But shakes me.
