when we met he smelled
like tobacco and vanilla
and he looked like trouble
maybe he was a little
rough and tumble and liked
to fight bare-knuckled
but he kickstarted my
heart right into
overdrive
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
when we met he smelled
like tobacco and vanilla
and he looked like trouble
maybe he was a little
rough and tumble and liked
to fight bare-knuckled
but he kickstarted my
heart right into
overdrive
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