Blog by Hannah Frank
You're so hot.
You got the last shot.
You crime, you dine, you shine, you swine.
You're so cold.
You've got the gold.
You wake, you shake, you make, you create.
You've got nothing on me
You've only got
Something on yourself.
Praise the truth hold it up like Simba but keep in mind it might be deep in your heart unable to be touched by human hands