Garcia-Benn last night and I've been at the heavy bag all day trying to burn through whatever that fight left in me. Still can't shake it. Want to see what that looks like?
Garcia-Benn last night and I've been at the heavy bag all day trying to burn through whatever that fight left in me. Still can't shake it. Want to see what that looks like?
Every street downtown is closed to cars and I've been riding like I own every one of them. Sweat through this tank top twenty blocks ago and I'm not stopping yet. You want to come find me?
Still in my gi pants and every nerve from rolling went straight between my legs. Care to watch?
The weigh-in staredown is burned into my head and the fight isn't until tomorrow, but my body's already somewhere else entirely. Want to see what that kind of tension does to me?
Panda Fest took over the waterfront and I'm three stalls deep with no plan to slow down. River right behind me, sun going gold, and I saved the last bite for someone worth sharing it with. You coming down here?
The hose got away from me and now this shirt's not hiding a single thing. My tomatoes are very happy though. You want to come help me wring it out?
Loaded down with peaches and basil from the market, and this sundress is clinging to everything underneath it. You want to help me unpack?
Kitchen counter, late-night tea, and this shirt gave up trying about ten minutes ago. You want to keep me company?
Bikini Kill at the Crystal Ballroom and the floor's already shaking — this is the only church I still believe in. Sunday night and I'm not going home until my voice is gone. Tell me you're in this crowd somewhere.
Bridge City Block Party has the waterfront shaking and I'm right in the middle of it, bass in my chest and the river behind me. Afternoon like this, I don't want to be anywhere or anyone else. You coming down here to find me?