"Hey, what's up what are we doing on Sunday?"
Who would've known how such a simple question
Could escalate into one massive interaction?
I'd love to talk,
But not through pixels
Give me the time of day
And you won't ever change your ways
Now onto the subject of pretty faces,
A boy told me some matter of facts
And you say, "What? How could you think like that?"
After you hear all that I'm preaching,
"Wow, they should all think like you"
"They should all think like you"
Etched into my mind
All through the night,
You learn so fast.
Thinking up perfect scenarios
It kept me up,
Yet so, so worth it.
Waking up in the middle of the night
Only to fall back with you in sight
It nurses me back into my coma.
Also, happy birthday Tom Hiddleston, you sexy beast. The endless number of (sex)
fantasies and dreams, it's all on you, you are the chosen one! Someone needs to put you behind bars, isn't it illegal to be arousing females all over the globe unintentionally?
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