I love the way her breathing changes as soon as I touch her body.
And don’t you dare, don’t you dare,
Say you ever loved me or even tell me that you cared
Cause you knew what you were doing and you know just what you’ve done
How dare you say you miss me with your spit still on his tongue.
My heart may be in the driver’s seat at the moment, but my brain is still shouting directions from the back.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
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