Run like Mexican water through a first-time tourist
you can stab me with knives, you can beat me with clubs, you can make me open my eyes when we're having sex but there's no way on earth you can make me get a second job
I work in a shoe store and still I'm not happy to come home
These are sevens. The box says nine because well... lady, you're a nine. Now I can accept that. Why can't you?
