Wearing these purple thongs,
Back to the fan
On this autumn morning haven’t slept yet
And I’m frightful of the morning after
Still you’ll be gone and I’ll have the wind to guide my
Backside opening the tingled draft on my ass and my back
Will rock me to sleep
But even still I wish it was you.
I still remember last summer
When I had enough of smiling because
It hurt so much, my jaw had had enough.
But I wish we could offer each other time
Baby, I’m sorry.
Maybe, next life time.
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