Boys and legs and rain flooding these islands
the suspense is killing me and i'm tired of waiting for tomorrow
which will be here eventually
today, feeling so restless i had to release these words
some callous bitch who dared me to beg, dared me to wish
dared me, oh please,
when it's the dude next door and his sexy sexy hair it's gotta be good
so instead i drink i drink i drink margaritas with the sexy bartender boy
a piranha sister with my little secret potion that makes them all fall
right?
it's really a joke but you know there is a sea of world out there of boys
and men
i reckon i'll see them soon
cuz i wouldn't have it any other way
Saturday, September 22, 2007
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