505' ᗩᒪIᑕᗴ Iᑎ ᗷOᖇᗪᗴᗪᒪᗩᑎᗪ| $&☎️
I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight Or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination You're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs -But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye I'm always just about to go and spoil the surp...