Baby doll, you know your hair shines like like ink when you're not here. You left before I got here, so how do you know I'm late?. You better tell me when you gonna be on the menu.
It's the darkest time of year. Crystal branches everywhere. As the colours drain away. You alone are far away. Leaves of frost upon the trees. Lovers falling on their knees.
The syrup drifts cross her hips. And obviously, then I flips. Love on ya, baby-she a wafflehead. The sea of crem is what I beam. Into her as her eyeballs gleam.