Tag: Babys
he’s my drugstore cowboy, italian aloic, classical american. and i’m america’s sweetheart, cute delicious, sweet tart, sipping on my diet coke, singin’ in the trailor-park. he likes my jeans tight he likes me mean, right (right) he likes my long hair corset, heels high. i’m born to kill, strip for success, i’m his, sweet mess. […]
I’m thinking about you I’m wondering what have you done to me It’s when we’re together So mesmerizing the way we Dance under the moonlight and the sun Cause you make me feel like I wanna Dance under the moonlight and the sun What about us What about you baby What about us What about […]

