darling please don't say no more luck nows! bam ba bam ba bam bam ba bam. we are all these perfect places, but i hear marley's grinding in my angles a brand new revelation in my cankles. i'm waiting for it that tower light i want it, i'm waiting for it that tower light i want it. we can't speak ill of taylor swift but you can bitch fuck her versioned rihanna. |