I want a girl who wears a daisy chain and knuckle dusters,
who moves with a breeze of her own,
who’s soft like a Sunday,
and who’ll never leave me with the bittersweet bite of a Hershey’s Kiss in lieu of her lips.
I want a girl who wears a daisy chain and knuckle dusters,
who moves with a breeze of her own,
who’s soft like a Sunday,
and who’ll never leave me with the bittersweet bite of a Hershey’s Kiss in lieu of her lips.