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BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
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HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
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HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
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HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
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I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
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THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
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WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
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IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
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AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
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