I'm still a little buzzed.
I should not be writing in this condition
because tomorrow I may not remember how this song will go.
or maybe I will because my penmanship is stellar
and my notes are clear as the vodka I was drinking earlier.
I want to tell you I love you but we just met today.
I wont make that mistake but I may say, I swear you're making me feel drunk.
Please don't go away.
You tell me to drink some wine.
So Johnny your lips taste like mine...
It was a wild night and you and i just watched the sun rise.
only wearing a pair of socks
ankle high, or maybe to the knees
brown like chocolate or white like teeth
I never match so probably one of each (less info)