December 2009
154 posts
in my heart on my mind and now in my rhyme
I don’t care you sing such a winner’s...
this only applies to one person, &probably not...
alriiiiight. baby. sugar. honey. sunshine. sweetie. charrrrming. you sure look it. youve got that warm voice that makes my heart beat wayy too fast and when those eyes are fixed on mine, i feel my hands start to shake. that sounds so fucking pathetic. expected. something so many fucking idiot bitches have written in novels. but its true. ive stared. ive stared. stared. stared. and i cant seem to...
I’m waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I’m waiting for my man Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin’ our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind I’m just lookin’ for a dear, dear friend of mine I’m waiting for my man Here...
close your eyes.