Ambrosia Voyeur: from the top of the ferris wheel
Ambrosia Voyeur: palms over the sand
Ambrosia Voyeur: Our hair in the air, our lips blue from cotton candy, when we kiss it feels like a flying saucer landing
Ambrosia Voyeur: On the Ferris wheel, looking out on Coney Island, under more stars than there are prostitutes in Thailand
Ambrosia Voyeur: giant wheel
Ambrosia Voyeur: warmer... warmer... disco
Ambrosia Voyeur: step right up
Ambrosia Voyeur: we built this city
Ambrosia Voyeur: Sharpshooter!
Ambrosia Voyeur: ludicrous speed
Ambrosia Voyeur: summer fling
Ambrosia Voyeur: Midway Magic
Ambrosia Voyeur: carnie rave
Ambrosia Voyeur: How you can tell a champion goat.
Ambrosia Voyeur: Really digging the vagina+legwarmers look
Ambrosia Voyeur: Who, us?
Ambrosia Voyeur: Some pigs