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.
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.
