Sitting by the lakeside,
She snaps her toes off one by one,
And feeds them to the ducks.
It's cold out, and ice is sticking to her knees.
Fingers brush her neckline,
Popping her buttons one by one,
Splaying her across the lawn.
Sitting by the lakeside,
She snaps her toes off one by one,
And feeds them to the ducks.
It's cold out, and ice is sticking to her knees.
Fingers brush her neckline,
Popping her buttons one by one,
Splaying her across the lawn.