"When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all."
shout out to water for keeping my throat sufficiently lubricated for optimal yodeling techniques
"All she wanted was a little bit of solid Feels like love, it doesn’t matter what you call it Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me)"
Oh, so women can’t dress how they want because men can’t control their sexual urges? When dogs can’t control their sexual urges, we cut off their balls.
I think I’m onto something here.