let’s go to bed before you say how you feel
Ride on through the middle of the night, let the moonlight kiss your skin. When you dance like that, your jeans so tight, you’re killing me, do it again. You’re beautiful, and your mind is fucking beautiful and I can’t pretend that doesn’t mean a thing to me. You’re beautiful, good lord, you’re fucking beautiful and I can’t pretend that that doesn’t mean a thing to me.
