Et si tu n’existais pas..
Vacationed if that’s even a verb..
On a small island, too small in fact, if that's.. well..
Plat du jour! Stay hungry & foolish tattooed on the forearm that serves just too many verres du vin blanc. I just can’t get enough of this aristocracy.
I rapidly ate before I was to be asked, do you love me?
An olive seed, first class, red carpet, sled down my throat like there is no tomorrow, just as I was about to get sober and to the point of saying I love you too if that’s even an accurate spit of promise now kiss me before it’s too late, while I am choking to death.
Dis-moi pourquoi j’existerais?
