You look kind of cute when you're mad. Your eyes are pretty when you look sad. Nothing's like a salty kiss. Tasting the tears, the tears on your lips. . We always forgive and forget,. It's funny
Contact!. Across the crowded disco room. Through a maze of dancing people. She sits so quiet and all alone. Wanting to get the disco fever. . And then she raised her head. Her eyes caught mine.
Shout, shout, let it all out. These are the things I can do without. Come on - I'm talking to you. Come on. . In violent times, you shouldn't have to sell your soul. In black and white, they rea