I wish your blood was pink lemonade
that I might drink from a straw
stuck in your eye
I wish your tears were tequila
I'd lick your face every time you cry
I wish your brain was made of incense
I'd sniff your ears to get high
I wish your hair were bolts of lightening
so I could drop dead
every time you walk by.
RT.
that I might drink from a straw
stuck in your eye
I wish your tears were tequila
I'd lick your face every time you cry
I wish your brain was made of incense
I'd sniff your ears to get high
I wish your hair were bolts of lightening
so I could drop dead
every time you walk by.
RT.