I can read Sam's mind (wendy) wrote,
I can read Sam's mind
wendy

  • Mood:

thinking ‘bout your tattooed knuckles on my thigh boy



I got your name hanging from my chain
Don’t you wanna claim my body like a vandal?
You got the cure underneath your shirt
Don’t you wana save this dirty little damsel?
Got my mink coat falling on the motel floor
You’re on the bed wolf whistling louder
Your lips smudging all my make up
Kicking both my heels off
Come and pin me down


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