just one touch make all the bad go away.
How can...
that one touch, touch my soul.
How can...
just one touch melt away all my distress.
ilu
How can...
that one touch, touch my soul.
How can...
just one touch melt away all my distress.
ilu
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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