All that dancing left me buzzing and my clothes were off before I even made it to the bed. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
All that dancing left me buzzing and my clothes were off before I even made it to the bed. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
The Roxie is screening a whole festival of nothing but cat videos tonight and I walked right in without thinking twice. Sometimes the best plans are the dumb ones — come sit in the dark and laugh with me?
Walked right into the Pokémon World Championships setup spilling out of Moscone and suddenly I want to know everything about a game I've never played. Come be my player two?
The warm air on bare skin hits different when you're three floors up with the whole city glowing below you. Come up before someone else sees me like this.
Dropped my towel before I even thought about getting dressed — Mondays are easier when you start with nothing on. Come tell me what to put on first.
Golden Gate Park is exploding with color for the Festival of Chariots and I wandered straight into the middle of it — drums, flowers, the whole procession swirling around me. Something about all that wild celebration makes me want to grab your hand and disappear into the crowd.
Saturday morning and I've got nowhere to be for hours — just me, the sheets, and my hands already doing whatever they want. Be the reason I stop pretending I'm still half asleep.
Wandered into this tiny vintage shop on Haight and found a dress that fits like it was made for getting me in trouble. Second opinion?
Still got Daniel Caesar running through my head and his voice has me in the kind of mood where getting undressed feels like the only honest response. Come over before I finish the job without you.
Smoked Out Soul is turning Rickshaw Stop into a sauna and I am not mad about it — the bassline keeps pulling my hips places my brain hasn't approved yet. Dancing alone is fine but dancing with someone is a whole different religion.