Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face

I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

Publicerat: 2010-01-14 @ 20:34:17


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