Youre boned like a saint. With the consciousness of a snake. . Youre the kind of girl. Id like to find. Face like an angel. (In my mirror). But youre boned like the devil.
In a dark horse town, in the middle of the West. Where Friday takes so long to arrive. Johnny wakes up dreaming, turn's on the radio. . Then he jumps up plays his guitar in the mirror.
I went down last night with a tattoo madam. To a nude dagger fantasy domain. Wrapped in hell, I lost my breath. Chest to stimulating chinese breast. .