that’s it



Oh, you’re bad enough to me
Bad enough that we always have something to get over

  

Oh, you dress up so happy
Lookin’ so fancy
I got that salted chip on my shoulder

  

  

Oh, but when the night is deep
You find me in the streets
Asking me to come over

Автор:
/trust me/

/trust me/

/prosody/

/prosody/

хейтеры скажут фотошоп

хейтеры скажут фотошоп

последняя дискотека

последняя дискотека

/epiphany/

/epiphany/

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