I trade my soul for a wish. Pennies and dimes for a kiss. I wasn’t looking for this. But now you’re in my way. Your stare was holding. Ripped jeans, Skin was showing, Hot night. Where you think you’re going?
Hey I just met you and this is crazy. But here’s my number, so call me, maybe. It’s hard to look right at you, but here’s my number, so call me, maybe.
Telephone – Tokyo 2016 – Foto: Marcel Sauder