I'm No Teenage Idol

Оооххх, Дерек, какой же ты горячий…

Трусофобия. Это не когда боишься трусов, что бы вы ни подумали.

А когда боишься всего…

Ну и трусов, в том числе.

All I am, Is a man, I want the world, In my hands. I hate the beach, But I stand, In California with my toes in the sand.

Use the sleeves of my sweater, Let’s have an adventure. Head in the clouds, But my gravity’s centered. Touch my neck, And I’ll touch yours, You in those little high waisted shorts.

She knows what I think about, And What I think about, One love. Two mouths. One love. One house. No Shirt. No Blouse. Just us. You find out. Nothing that we don’t want to tell you about, No.

Coming Down, One love. Two mouths. One love. One house. No Shirt. No Blouse. Just us. You find out. Nothing that we don’t want to tell you about.

HOT HOT HOT TIME

…и так каааждый день…

"Разве я не говорила? Лучшая секретарша в Чизвике! 100 слов в минуту!"
―Донна Ноубл