st.vincent
I am the antidoteI’ll suck your venom outShow me where it really hurtsI’ll show you where it really hurts
Should’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for loveShould’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for love
Honey, your clothes are soakedMom leaves my daddy’s trapesShow me where it really hurtsI’ll show you where it really hurts
Should’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for loveShould’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for love
Should’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for loveShould’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for love
Should’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for loveShould’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for love
Should’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for loveShould’ve stopped for the windShould’ve stopped for love