a fucking fact. Found the weakness tried to restrain. Leaning forward into the morning light. Dead air phone calls obey the urge. Bleed to me. My smile, your
s a fucking fact. Found the weakness tried to restrain. Leaning forward into the morning light. Dead air phone calls obey the urge. Bleed to me. My smile, your
hundred dollars. Then I'll make a phone call. [Roxie Hart] A hundred dollars? Will you just... I mean, it seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [Mama