ivoryfaith.: one day we're gonna live in Paris, i promise
ivoryfaith.: confusion in her eyes that says it all, she's lost control
ivoryfaith.: fresh to death and dressed to digress
ivoryfaith.: temptation greets you like a naughty friend
ivoryfaith.: you got the good stuff baby won't you flaunt it
ivoryfaith.: run, run, run away, lost, lost, lost my mind
ivoryfaith.: they don’t love you like I love you;
ivoryfaith.: helpp me pick :)
ivoryfaith.: anything to make you smile it is a better side of you to admire
ivoryfaith.: the looking glass so shiny and new, how quickly the glamour fades