Taste of Your Own " Medicine " Darling....

I want your whiskey mouth all over my blonde south
Red wine, cheap perfume, and a filthy pout
Tonight bring all your friends because a group does it better
Why river with a pair, let’s have a full house of leather

Dirty pony I can’t wait to hose you down
You’ve got to earn your leather in this part of town

Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Rivington rebels
Let’s raise hell in the streets, drink beer, and get into trouble

Whip me, slap me, punk funk
New York clubbers, bump drunk
Budlight liquors, bar slam
Move it, this is your jam

Wash the night, with St. Jameson
Like, a baptism
Heavy metal lovers play

I could be your girl-girl-girl-girl-girl-girl
But would you love me if I ruled the world
HML/SG

High Society

I overheard all the people just the other day
Saying, where we going Friday?
Hope you got what it takes, don't apply the brakes
We'll push right through til Sunday
Don't you know I saved a spot for you?
And I
wanna introduce you to my crew

So what do you say?
Are we gonna, get our way?
We don't need your permission
You're uptight and it don't look right
You've gotta share our vision

Take advice from my best friend
She said we'll get those boys til ? them in
She said you been searching for too long
And don't stop now, you know you gotta get it on

Don't get home 'til the morning
Not til the sky is bright
And we'll never take dawn as a warning
Not while this club's still alive

And then we'll dance, have a snog and another tequila I'm getting hotter this close to you 'Cause hedonism's all about your human behavior And you're a rock star through and through! I overhear them say They're getting down before too long The boys are looking so so Girls are looking more so The guys get wrecked while the night's still young Will he go wrong? They're coming on strong Oh no, you think that you get your own way On the edge, but you could go either way DJ, I'll give you a record to play Have a taste, you could crank up the bass Make them play us Try to enrage us Well they can have a go but they could never break us

We're feeling red raw
Got what We came for
We'll see you in the middle of a crowded dance floor

Run to your mama, hide up in your bedroom
We've got you cornered, it's no use
We know We heard that your sister still has to babysit you
You've gone red in the face.

On our way to satisfaction.
How We love Your reaction...GA07

Must get Silly, Sparkly and glitter now....

F.....L....A.....

"step away from the car young man.or i just might have to punch you."
"um.... excuse me? your intruding on my beach time, and yes this is the nude beach"
"Yes I am smoking and no you can't use the bathroom. I am standing guard go buy me a drink but tell the bartender not to put it on the bar til i get there. Lord knows what you could do. "
"someone should keep ya'll locked up. Ya'll look like trouble, with a capitol T'
" Salsa who me, no." haaaaa Patron anyone?
" What are my heels doing in your backseat?"
" Ohhh that's your hotel key, I thought it was your AmEx Black card you have been talking about all night."
" You won't be the first , and my darling you won't be the last."
I miss 24 hour walgreen cigarette runs.
love them, you have quite an eye. I owe you.
and the corny understated pop song of the year that became our song LOL. South Beach I felt 22 again . and the non ever trophy, cardigan wearing soccer milf. But I will always bake you a " Cherry Pie"

Pus Pus

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl... Van Morrison

Runaway.....

Nous pouvons toujours avoir Paris

NUMBER CHANGE

If only.............. 32 texts, 24 calls you really need to get a life...

Cerebral, Charm, & Chivalry..... Quite a Catch

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