I was dreaming while i drove the long straight road ahead
Your arms open wide
This fever for you is just burning me up inside
I drove all night to get to you
Is that alright
I drove all night
Crept in your room
Woke you from your sleep
To make love to you
When you get a song in your head. That.
Also if i am in your garden and ask if i take photographs, it's because i am logging what you have so that i can steal it.
There is a Grand Prix it is on the BBC, which means i will actually get to see it.
and as one sister heads back to university, another one comes back from the USofA
and i have bridal quotes to do, so that's my weekend sorted, do you have plans?
and yesterday as i passed through a train station, (i wasn't actually here yesterday, sneaky) this band were playing live. They were amazing. Properly good.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 1:14 PM