”..just when you think you’ve got me figured out, the season’s already changing…
you know you wouldn’t want me any other way… ...i’m a tease, i’m a goddess on my knees; when you hurt, when you suffer, i’m your angel undercover”
this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map