i feel like i bumped into my 80s jock soulmate in the kitchen and our eyes lock in slow-mo while the high school party in the basement rages on showing no sign of ending badly
women writing love songs: i am a wild, untamed, dangerous thing but you are a brave, reckless fool i am a siren luring helpless victims into my depths in my heart there is an unquenchable wildfire and i hope and fear it will consume me
men writing love songs: i love you, alive girl. i will show you with my body, and my lips and my eyes, very soon.