Question me and judge me.
quesadilla | walk the moon
Your wrists were bound in my hands
While I wash around my naked feet
Your blue jeans over in the sand
We were wrestling up in the blanket sheets
i like the fact that it has nothing to do with the food in question.
p.s. imo this version is better than the major label debut, but thasss just me.
hnnnnnnng discovering new songs on tumblr that I like is da best.