You make me cold as fuck. You make my fingers hurt even under my leather, cashmere lined gloves. You cause even the shortest of walks to be an incredibly unpleasant experience. You disappear and then like the dirty cock tease that you are, you come down again to start the emotional roller coasters all over again. You put severe limitations on my sense of fashion. It seems as though you have no saving graces...
But you do make it easy to put out my cigarette.
No comments:
Post a Comment