He had hair, black as a fiberglass speedboat. The morning air was crisp as a brand new bank note. He swaggered like a surfer on a Louisiana dirt bike.
She collected gun-slingers. First-stringers, dead-ringers. She just needed more. . She collected dance hallers. Know-it-all-ers, wreckin'-ball-ers. She just needed more.
Come here with me. I wanna slow you down. I wanna smear the moonlight in your skin. And put Orion in your crown. . Let it all go. I know that you're beat.
He had hair... black as a fiberglass speedboat. The morning air... was crisp as a brand new bank note. He swaggered... like a surfer on a Louisiana dirtbike.
She collected. Gun-slingers, first-stringers, dead-ringers. She just needed more. . She collected. Dance hallers, Know-it-all-ers, Wreckin-ball-ers. She just needed more.