we dance to the beat of bad kissers clinking teeth
So there’s this boy; and the way he laughs, slaps a smile to my face. The way he talks, sends butterflies to my tummy. And maybe, just maybe, everything about him makes me happy.
So there’s this boy; and the way he laughs, slaps a smile to my face. The way he talks, sends butterflies to my tummy. And maybe, just maybe, everything about him makes me happy.
So there’s this boy; and the way he laughs, slaps a smile to my face. The way he talks, sends butterflies to my tummy....