and at the end of the day… we hug each other/ we do have a lovefest, it’s like I made you a cupcake and it’s like well I made you a cake and it’s like well I made you, a cake with a cupcake on top and all lighted candles and I’m gonna sing/ we’re in skimpy clothes, we’re up against each other, this is feeding those rumours/ so… what happens in boston… stays in boston… right?/ have I ever made out with a girl? in my life, oh goodness I don’t know maybe
SOMETIMES I LOVE THE INTERNET
