Alright, alright. Alright. . Wandering the streets in a world underneath it all. Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have. Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger.
Wandering the streets in a world underneath it all. Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have. . Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger.
Wandering the streets in a world underneath it all. Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have. . Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger.