Last barbecue of the summer and I'm holding onto this beer and this sun until somebody makes me move. Come sit next to me before the flannel comes off 😏
Last barbecue of the summer and I'm holding onto this beer and this sun until somebody makes me move. Come sit next to me before the flannel comes off 😏
Couldn't sleep so here I am at the gym before the rest of the city's even awake. Everything's already sticking to me and I've still got twenty minutes to go. Come be my motivation, baby 😈
Found out it's National Read a Book Day and I picked the wrong book to start at this hour — every chapter is filthier than the last and I can't put it down. Come read over my shoulder, baby 😏
Ended up at the diner on Fifth with last night's makeup still on and somebody's jacket over my shoulders. The coffee's terrible and I ordered it twice anyway. Sit across from me and tell me about your night, baby 😏
Somebody told me it's World Coconut Day and now I'm in my kitchen at a completely unreasonable hour trying to crack one open with a chef's knife. Shirt's barely staying on and I've already got coconut water running down my wrist. Come help me before I lose a thumb, daddy 😈
Found out it's National Little Black Dress Day and suddenly I have plans I didn't have an hour ago. The dress is short enough that I keep pulling it down and then forgetting. Tell me I look good before I walk out this door, baby 😏
Last bank holiday of the summer and I woke up in the park grass still wearing last night's slip dress — shoes somewhere I'll never find them and zero intention of moving yet. Stay down here with me, baby 😈
The party's still going inside but I needed the air — and apparently I needed it without a single thing on. The sky's doing that thing where it tells you the night's over and I'm not ready for it to be. Come keep me warm out here, daddy 😈
There's a Trinidad carnival three blocks from my apartment and I'm already three songs deep, covered in body paint and somebody else's gold glitter. Haven't stopped moving since I walked in and my voice is gone. Come find me in the parade, baby 😈
Found out it's According to Hoyle Day and that's basically a dare to start a card game where the loser takes something off. I'm down three hands already and my sweater's the first casualty — but I play better when I'm down. Want to deal me in, daddy? 😈