This time it was an end, i jumped into your car at the gas station and hid in the backseats, waiting for you to drive me to your home
Intro ———–You're my drug~———
—Covering my job? Nah, that's lame...i like more the..Buisness style, the intense workout that i would like to do to you, I'm drugged to death...you are my drug~ The smallest but most effective one...i'm not a terrorist... while I'm out of bed,
bad news: Possessive and obsessive and OVERprotective
good news?: There are no good news, 25, 6'7—
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