She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965. She had legs that never ended. I was halfway paralyzed. She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal.
My mind is filled with thoughts of you. I think about the days of two. I search the room but you're not there. Your perfume lingers everywhere. But it's.
Precious cups within the flower. Deadly petals with strange power. Faces shine a deadly smile. Back up on you at your trial. Chill and numbs from head to toe.