Spent the night in three drinks time. Where the bars were full it was summertime. Punks were hangin out in the park. While someone practised electric guitar. We drank some homemade wine. Now my h
Girl, I slip into your bedroom. The light from your mac cuts through the gloom, like moonlight. It's so * grim out there, lets hibernate. I'm sick of people obsessed with there clothes and hair. N
Spent the night in three drinks time. Where the bars were full it was summertime. Punks were hangin out in the park. While someone practised electric guitar. We drank some homemade wine. Now my h