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I’m like that lit cigarette **** you flicked  onto an oil spot, I mourn the loss of you lips as you set me ablaze in the parking lot, Smoke and review mirrors, I can’t get your image out of my head, Pulled over at a dead end drinking cheap whiskey in my truck bed, Country tunes blasting on the radio, fire flies dancing to the beat, F*ck if I knew daisy dukes would reel me in so deep, I’d have blinded myself to keep from losing sleep, God how she made me weep, God how she made my knees weak, Hurricanes are named after girls like you, Love songs are written after girls like you, All you left me with was heartache and the blues, I got it bad, I got it bad, **** those honey dew lips are driving me mad, Baby you’ve left me ruined, Brunette fire ******* became my muse, God how she made me weep, God how she made my knees weak, I dream of cherry lip gloss and bubble gum shampoo, Hell all my dreams are filled with you, Mamma told me she was trouble but I didn’t listen, Cause I couldn’t resist the goods she was Givin’, She had a crooked smile and a freckled nose, Not quite a beauty queen but still held her own, F*ck I got it bad, I got it bad.
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
I got it bad
I’m like that lit cigarette **** you flicked  onto an oil spot, I mourn the loss of you lips as you set me ablaze in the parking lot, Smoke and review mirrors, I can’t get your image out of my head, Pulled over at a dead end drinking cheap whiskey in my truck bed, Country tunes blasting on the radio, fire flies dancing to the beat, F*ck if I knew daisy dukes would reel me in so deep, I’d have blinded myself to keep from losing sleep, God how she made me weep, God how she made my knees weak, Hurricanes are named after girls like you, Love songs are written after girls like you, All you left me with was heartache and the blues, I got it bad, I got it bad, **** those honey dew lips are driving me mad, Baby you’ve left me ruined, Brunette fire ******* became my muse, God how she made me weep, God how she made my knees weak, I dream of cherry lip gloss and bubble gum shampoo, Hell all my dreams are filled with you, Mamma told me she was trouble but I didn’t listen, Cause I couldn’t resist the goods she was Givin’, She had a crooked smile and a freckled nose, Not quite a beauty queen but still held her own, F*ck I got it bad, I got it bad.
#lust#crush
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Lestrange
30/Canada
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
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