all one man
Je pense à lui.
The smell of your cheek. The raised eyebrow. The way I fit against your chest.
Je pense à lui.
When you would speak to me in accents, in impressions. It made me smile. Made me laugh. Not many do.
Je pense à lui.
Perfect girl. Your dream girl. I don’ t think it was just me in that red dress that made me that. Though perhaps it was the whiskey.
I want all you to be one man.
