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Liz Breeding
31 / Female / Hello/Brooklyn/HeyLA, United States
Straight / Single & Looking
Member since:
Feb 10, 2010
Last online:
Feb 11, 2010
Hips swaying, lips lie
Like clockwork, she's in control
Of all the right guys
And I'm still waiting
Fitting nights with a car alarm
Wears high-tops with her favorite stone
She's showing off the way she walks
It's on
Take me, show me
Whoa oh, whoa oh
The corners of your empty room
The trouble we could get in to
Just fake it for me
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Disregard the footsteps
And we'll never tell a soul
Tonight I'm finding a way
To make the things that you say
Just a little less obvious
I walk a fine line
Between the right and the real
They watch me closely
But talk is cheap here
Like a weightless currency
Your words don't mean shit to me
I'm always cashing out
