Nobody Wears a Suit
I wasn't starving a minute ago
But a minute from now I might be
This is the very last winter
My last cold glass of Caroline
I need more Utopias
We're not Drake after all
We ordered beignets for Bree
Hoisted her bloated coins with a hot shovel
You'll be my dibs brunette
I'll be your February bees
I'm hearing things in poltergeist winds
I'm a boxer who likes to blaze
We are rabid enthusiasts of the human form
Humans have been doing it for a million years
Brian May is an astrophysicist
While our family crest has peaked
I'm your muse
Now where's the mountain?
No one wears a suit in fountains
Autor(es): Rectangle Creep
