dirty bradstreet

american relationship

(Spin-off of American kids) asked him out went to a dance made out like crazy got in trouble with the teachers made a fire on prom night momma doesn't trust us not to make a baby 

daddy wants to know how we kiss snuck out the back door got caught coming in the front let him go under my shirt that was too short doing what we wanted not caring if we got caught come october we were hanging out in the boys bathroom taking half our clothes off got caught by a freshman from the old bus sister and grandma know mamma never found out now we hang out underneath the stairwells we're hugging, making out going back and forth he's rubbing his up against mine when the bell rings I say I love you he says it back we see each other in the hall he waves at me i wave back end of the day maybe have a five minute conversation sometimes dirty sometimes clean we were teenage lovers wanting what we can't have, get us the first flight to vegas marry us off and leave us be we'll get a house and fill it with kids we'll carry on 'til death making out whereever we want having dreams and dreams coming true sexually satified no more desire to hold back no more control to be lost we might be a little too open a little fucked up but we're perfect in our own way