✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧
She paints her fingers with a close precision *pulls down top hat*
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin *snaps coat*
And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for *princess twirl*
A lonely speaker in a conversation *sashays*
Her words are swimming through his ears again *throws cane*
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for
SAY WHAT YOU MMEANAN
TELL ME I'M RIGGHHHT
