I can’t hold a candle to you. It’d burn your hair.
A woman reading “US” magazine in the subway. Poring over pictures of
downy pears beading with condensation, she a melting candle.
I can’t hold a candle to you. It’d burn your hair.
A woman reading “US” magazine in the subway. Poring over pictures of
downy pears beading with condensation, she a melting candle.