Who’s jealous?
Who’s jealous?
Who’s jealous?
Who’s jealous of who?
If I get busy then i couldn’t care less what you do
But when I’m by myself I think of nothing else
Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you

she’s a modern lover
It’s an exploration, she’s made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy’s edge
And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place

( Mai abbastanza )

Thank you P, you grace period has ended. You are not allowed back on my blog. I still despise you very much ❤️