But I mean it though...before I would come talk to you, If we were at a party, I'd follow you until I understood every inch of that sarong. Might even pass behind you on a dance floor so I could feel that fabric and the skin underneath rub against me.
Then I'd come talk to you...Would you like me to apologize?
But I mean it though...before I would come talk to you, If we were at a party, I'd follow you until I understood every inch of that sarong. Might even pass behind you on a dance floor so I could feel that fabric and the skin underneath rub against me.
Then I'd come talk to you...Would you like me to apologize?
That's good because I wasn't going to. That was more like foreshadowing of us on the dance floor. I wouldn't only feel fabric that time...I wouldn't be able to help myself.
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