idle
heat end
of summer wanna

play with him
and he
with

me,
at least
a little... we

flirt oh a
long time...
can't

stop...
won't, and
we prance around

for two hours...
destroy the
music,

let it fall
apart (who
cares)

as
we discuss
shopping expeditions for

leather
that doesn't
cover... I can

see us playing
grabass... well
no,

there are reasons,
but maybe
no

reason why not
except no
reason...

so flirtatious tech
and it
falls

apart and ends
in a
dark

dubby
musical texture
no one else

besides us has
or ever
will...

lame
but you
know where my

heart
is, my
feeling, it shows...

britney and then we kiss
adrian b spears