When I dripped ice cream onto my shirt, you smiled and
The sparkle in your blue eyes said, “I love that you’re not perfect.”
But I want to be perfect, to make you smile again with
One touch of my lips to the sweet of your neck.
When I dripped ice cream onto my shirt, you smiled and
The sparkle in your blue eyes said, “I love that you’re not perfect.”
But I want to be perfect, to make you smile again with
One touch of my lips to the sweet of your neck.