When you're walkin' downtown do you wish I was there, do you wish it was me? With the windows clear and the mannequin's eyes, do they all look like mine? You know you could. I wish you would come pick me up, take me out, fuck me up, steal my records, screw all my friends, behind my back, with a smile on your face, and then do it again. I wish you would.
No comments:
Post a Comment