my sweet summer glow burned for a star that was too bright for me
smells like vanilla, tastes like cotton candy
Big, bad, naughty rock star,
Your claws are shinin' bright in the dark
Liftin' up my little red skirt
I know you’ll leave me here in the dirt
so hey. wow! fuck you, sid!
disconnected from tumblr, disconnected from life
he wants the ballerina in the music box
to spin around for him
and flutter her eyelashes
not the dancer in his bed
prêt à ramper dans ses bras