13.8.10

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains. I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind.Your sweet moon beam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream. I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind. Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!

No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario