My innocence is a disguise. My smile is an invitation. I don’t shout about myself. I wait for you to lose control and knock on my door at two in the morning. And you know what? I won’t be in my pajamas.
My innocence is a disguise. My smile is an invitation. I don’t shout about myself. I wait for you to lose control and knock on my door at two in the morning. And you know what? I won’t be in my pajamas.