May 2011
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk →
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you Said I liked your shoes You said thanks can I follow you? So it’s up the stairs And out of view No prying eyes I poured some wine I asked your name you asked the time Now it’s two o’clock, the club is closed we’re up the block Your hands on me I’m pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Trying to...
