
Leather Jacket, your hand on my knee, at the red light waiting for green. It’s a good memorie, its a nice picture I see.
I don’t miss it, I just know I use to like how it made me feel.

Leather Jacket, your hand on my knee, at the red light waiting for green. It’s a good memorie, its a nice picture I see.
I don’t miss it, I just know I use to like how it made me feel.