And I'll gladly sit there
in that tacky chair
and bleed out for an eternity
To watch that woman
laugh freely and smile
open and relaxed
All night
and then I'd remember
I'm hers, and she's mine
And I'm so lucky
that she's soft and gentle with me
for surely I'd die in that seat otherwise
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
And I'll gladly sit there
in that tacky chair
and bleed out for an eternity
To watch that woman
laugh freely and smile
open and relaxed
All night
and then I'd remember
I'm hers, and she's mine
And I'm so lucky
that she's soft and gentle with me
for surely I'd die in that seat otherwise
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