Tác giả: Jax & Wayne Wilkins
Ca sĩ: Jax
I wanna come home to roses. And dirty little notes on Post-its. And when my hair starts turning gray. He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age. I guess I learned it from my parents. That true love starts.
Tác giả: Chưa Biết
Ca sĩ: Jax
God, I wish somebody would've told me when I was younger. That all bodies aren't the same. Photoshop, itty-bitty models on magazine covers. Told me I was overweight. I stopped eating, what a bummer. Can't have carbs and a.