she told him to grab a hold of her wrist, the one she wore the sun on. And on the count of three, with one foot planted deep in the salty surf, and the other in young love they threw their arms to the stars.
I like angry face bus music. you know what i'm talking about. I also like little puppies with tiny skulls I can feel when i pet them. Again, you know what i mean. I almost burn down my apartment on a weekly basis, I don't like babies and I miss Scarborough.