Re: Call: Sam/Cris
I get more caught up on offenses, than what it is somebody's tryin' to say sometimes. EscĂșchame, guapa, I feel now just like I did then, huh? In that stuffy lil trailera yours, cloves all over the sheets you rearranged over me. I wish I could make you feel it, but I know I can't. I'm sorry if it feels diff'rent now, if it feels like less.