...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.
Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.
You're a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.
I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.
But I still show up for gentleman practice in the company of lead dancers, hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.