| .Snow. Not in the rain snow sleet or shine. Not in the wild outdoors. (it's scary) Not in my bed. (it's wild) I'm tired of feeling so much and getting so little Tired of being felt up in a sentimental way (talk to me) 'Cuz you never do You tell me you will I say you won't You say "I WILL." I say "Sure, you WON'T." Baggage? (what baggage?) You tell me I do: I don't have baggage Not anymore than you. A virgin in public A whore with you-- that's not what happens-- Learn what the real-worlders do. (talk to me) I'm not obsessed Just curious wondering pondering hankering After an unknown *Take me aside* It's not that bad not that strong not that mad (whoa, crazy) Next time remind me I'm not that kinda gal. |
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