• jazzgard93 5w

    I dressed up to fit him
    I wont admit these legs are tired
    Fewer stresses as I beg liars
    In courtyards

    Hard hands my mans
    Thoughtful card
    Arrives
    In a plastic case

    Hair in a beehive
    I'm thick with liquor wasted

    Pacing alleyways
    To make him stay
    Beside me
    But I'm beside me

    I dressed up to fit him
    I wont admit these legs are tired