(Were you) expecting something pure with a golden hair
Arms full of bracelets and smoke in the air
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‘This Must Be It’
Royksopp
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‘This Must Be It’
Royksopp
st. mary mead
The perfect pair of killer heels
Straight sex
Shiny black, sky high, Gucci ones
1300 dollar ones
First saw them in a magazine spread
Tore the page out and taped it to my wall
Yes, they will be mine one day
Will be an expensive investment
I’ll eat hot pockets for a month
Wouldn’t be able to wear them anywhere
With shoes like these, I’ll invent places to go
Dreamt about them for weeks…
There was a pair left, a slightly smaller size
Panic, they have to fit
Pain, never would be able to walk in these
I walked away from them that day
Defeated, a little less alive
Was never meant to take them home
In the closet, is my red suede, peep toes, Marc Jacobs
Let’s see what would go good with these tonight