And you must have met a man
Tall and handsome at that
Who must’ve put a spell on you, baby
Must’ve kept coming back
Cause I can smell him in your skin
I bet I taste him in your blood
My country what have you done to your girls?
The devil at the details or something a bit more exciting
And you can find them at the mirrors and on the weights of the scales
Blame it all on Italian lightning
And if I drove straight off this bridge,
only God and my baby would know.
But I’m sure she’d be laughing, conjuring spring
with some fella who just said the right thing.
(Source: 5taylucky)
(Source: teenagehurtbag, via luke-hole)
