Baby, you're my wildfire.
Gonna live it up on the road that leads to nowhere.
Yeah, we're outta luck, and we're
Fine,
Fine,
Fine with it.
We're on
Fire,
Fire,
Fire.
Baby, you're my wildfire.
Ablaze in my soul.
The story of us is never gonna get old, and we're
Fine,
Fine,
Fine with it.
We're on
Fire,
Fire,
Fire.
Wildfire.
YOU ARE READING
Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
