laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
laments-x-burlesque: All she wants is someone to make her soul spill outLike an inkwell knocked from the writing deskBehind the plaid-skirt tousles and eyelash fluttersBehind every hair-flip…There’s a smaller “her”And she’ll never tell you
