filled, bitches all around me on some bachelor ***. Eyes half closed, heavy like they was attached to bricks. Around the world I use my atlas make a map of it. Globe trotter, ho hopper, superstar asterik
I'm without your kisses. I'll be needing stitches. Tripping over myself,. Aching, begging you to come help. And now that I'm without your kisses. I'll be needing stitches. Just like a moth drawn to a