Twitterpated
Yea, you've got me movingAll out of my mind
And thinking up imaginary time
I've gotta keep hushing
My whole self down
Every time you cross my brain
I'm over and out
You're a pretty little bow
Wrapped up about my belly
And when you speak it pulls tight
And drops my heart to my socks
Let loose, sweet tooth, I've got substance, yes I do
But it's shifting back beside you, beside you you you
posted by Unknown @ 1:32 AM
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