Pretty vulgar, tongue-in-cheek
Summers on horses, by the bay, long hair and strong winds. Setting aside time for family and time for self. Looking onward, shimmery skies. Time to invite the dogs.
Writing that always ends up being romantic, taking your case to trial. Synth sounds, going back to sheer old days. Hot nights, hot hot nights. To put it frankly, you’re pretty vulgar
