Is it that obvious?
Somehow, I just can't forget those magic nights. Sitting on our bean bags, feeding chickens to the snakes, browsing the tattoo magazines and trying to think of some new body part to pierce. It just ain't the same since y'all ran her off to CA.
And her brownies! They were to die for. Don't know what she put in them but my gosh after eating one or two I didn't mind all the snakes and critters crawling around. And John, tell me again where she tatooed your name?
And her brownies! They were to die for. Don't know what she put in them but my gosh after eating one or two I didn't mind all the snakes and critters crawling around. And John, tell me again where she tatooed your name?