Inspired by the words of Hank Moody
All I can say is that I seem to hold a burning candle for every pretty girl, even if I'm not that interested I find myself telling them how beautiful they are, and it's true. All women are, in there own special sorta way, one way or another. There's always something about every damn one of you. A smile, a curve, a secret. You really are the most amazing creatures.
But then there's the morning after. The hangover, the realisation that maybe I'm not quite as available as I thought I was the night before. And then she's gone, and I'm haunted by the ghost of another road not taken....
I'll be talkin to ya xxx
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