Who the hell do you think you are Mr? Invading the privacy of my tender heart. Mr slick talker with the smoothest vocal cord ever. One word from him is like the look of chicken thigh glazed with honey, glistering in the sun.
Who the hell do you think you are Mr? Vandalizing my defenses with your demeanor. How dare you? I see my guarded heart exposed brick by brick , your cupid shoots and they fall like bricks without slime.
Who do hell do you think you are Mr. Silence? Busy goody too shoes, shooting your shot from a distance as quiet as a mouse yet can wreck havoc like a tsunami. My heart’s taken best believe that. By he who isn’t going to rip it to shreds.
Hey Ladies man!! what did you do to me? Why does my heart skip a beat just thinking of you? I know what you taste like already sugar. Bad for you remember?
Who the hell do you think you are? My heart’s taken. Lord Jesus hug me, hold me close and don’t let go.
Listening to “show you off” by WurlD
Can anyone relate to this?
The masterpiece by Francine Rivers (Chapter 4)Grace COULDN’T agree more “my guard went up the MOMENT i saw him”