She stood passionless,
Asking for love.
I needed a mistaken identity
to respond.
The hill-top evening matched so well
with her cool purple motivation.
I got fumbled, over-prepared.
She took pity on me.
Her lip-gloss glared in crimson banter.
Asking for love.
I needed a mistaken identity
to respond.
The hill-top evening matched so well
with her cool purple motivation.
I got fumbled, over-prepared.
She took pity on me.
Her lip-gloss glared in crimson banter.
