nice dream. yes. like driving downtown on a friday night. this town is lit up as happy as a birthday cake and you're fired up, sporting a real smile, tight jeans and a hickey no where near your neck...
sure, you go through the day, straight as an arrow, dotting all your i's, crossing all the t's. you clean up 'til everything is spit shined...you stay the extra minute just to do the right thing...
but underneath all the cotton blue, there's that retro-funky heart, beating up a good storm of blood flow that'll keep intimate places wearing a glowy buzz...
and noone knows this. noone suspects...that there is body underneath all this boxy cloth. a funked up woman underneath the nice girl...