A little death around the eyes; your boyfriend's name was Dave, I was bold and brave, and now you're mine. You cook and clean and sew; when I tell you to, when I ask you to, if I ask you to, but I don't want you to. You don't need tellin' twice with me, you don't need tellin' twice. You know who wears the trousers, no one wears the trousers in a nutshell to break free. Ya, well, you'll never break free of me. Your boyfriend's name was Dave, I was bold and brave, and now you're mine. You cook and clean and sew; when I tell you to dance and screw, when I want you to, in a hotel room you take your medicine, on all fours, that's your medicine. Feeling better son? Filling in the cracks in a nutshell. Feeling any better now? Wish upon a star. Some vague idea of the man you used to be; oh, the man you used to be to me.
.Ni sé por qué estoy subiendo este tema, y mucho menos esa foto. Y se sabe que entrar tarde los lunes tiene tooooda la onda. Igual, fuck off, rutine (: . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cool fact: una semana para la primavera ♥

