Gawkward

Pitter patter Pitter patter I like her ain't she flattered I wonder what's she's like and her hips for that matter looks cool be fresh with headphones and bud french as f**k and I don't give a fuuuuuuucccckkkkkk
We'd chill together and be the friends of night roam the streets harass the naborly Knights have sex on balconies and seek to ignite what's done is done let all be all right bop your head and gawk at these pretties feeling french as f**k like the cab driver saying hello to the woman sweeping at the cafe the crumbs of his dismay Jesus Christ saved me the way Lucy showed me demons the all seeing I projects me through the perils of life the evils of sangri la porno sex erotic sects is blessed as bohemian subcultures die premature one love to the black panthers I couldn't resist the allure of the preachers like Malcolm and all the books I've read full all chemical panic I transit the gold all to my lead head.