Ooh, you see that skin?
It’s the same she’s been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she’s left cleaning up the mess he made.
I feel like winston smith in 1984.
I’ve just committed thoughtcrime.
Ooh, you see that skin?
It’s the same she’s been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she’s left cleaning up the mess he made.
I feel like winston smith in 1984.
I’ve just committed thoughtcrime.
