I wanna fuck you in an olive garden bathroom And really get the value out of my gift certificate I wanna fuck you at national monuments Church steeples, dollar stores, et cetera
We could fuck just about anywhere And I just wouldn't really care About what other people choose to say
The material world becomes points of light scattered meaningless Save for when they arrange themselves in a halo around your head
The material world just melts away, It holds no relation to myself Save for when I feel your warmth corporeal against my breastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
