when i think of you

hot as punk rock chciks and melting skin it's okay it's okay i'm surviving i'm getting by, remember that summer we went down to mexico and you got crabs from that little dark haired chiquita? we listened to sublime ofr hours and hours and drank only cheap beer and tequila. anyway, that's how i think of you now when i think of you.

2003-07-03 | 1:15 p.m.
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