You file me with the libertines. I fold in line. My monthly dole of magazines. Beaming bistro shines. . In my ladle is your plum. And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs.
like a little vacation. like a little old song that I want to hear. like a big libation. like a flattering sentence whispered in my ear. . that's what I want.
you file me with the libertines. I fold in line. my monthly dole of magazines. beaming bistro shine. . in my ladle is your plum. and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs.