I'm creepin' your way and these sheets aren't stoppin' me
Because I'm gonna meet you face to face
And I'm gonna start from your waist up through your navel
And we're approaching such a place
This is where we both get scared
This is where emotion flares
This is where we both prepare
Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me through your body
I'm creepin' your way and these sheets aren't stoppin' me
Thats right it's quite simply
These sheets aren't stoppin' me
Cause my mind's on a mission
And a mind on a mission
Is a mind that you just set free
I'm creepin' your way
I'm creepin' your
This is where we both get scared
This is where emotion flares
This is where we both prepare
Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me
'Cause a mind on a mission
With enough ammunition
And the right proposition
Is a mind that you might set free
'Cause a mind on a mission
With enough ammunition
And the proper position
Is a mind that you just set free
I love the way you talk on top me
So Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate me
Navigate me through your body
Navigate
I love the way you talk on top of me
So navigate me through your body
I'm creepin' your way
I'm creepin' your way
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Already my heart is breaking. I can feel the pain of this year's resolutions already. I found out that Secondhand Serenade, whom I've fallen in love with about 3 weeks ago, is playing Mod Club next week. And, I can't go. Like, I already crossed a few concerts, well all the concerts I know, off the list, and this one wasn't even on the radar. This year is going to suck. With other necessary expenses, this year will not be any fun at all.
On another note, I'm finding Facebook mobile to be a very, very convenient tool. It makes me smile when I get messages in my inbox from unexpected people. Hmm.
Ok. First test of the season. I have to do well. Miscalculation: My GPA needs to go up by 0.16 instead of what I thought was 0.06. I need to calm down. Hardcore. Wish me luck!
2 comments:
good luck anita!!!
u can dooo iittttttt~
p.s. nice post card postey.
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