“By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey’s fingers were in the cake I think I really dug her ‘cause I was too loose to fake I said, “I’m hurt.” She said, “Honey, let me heal it” And we danced all night to a soul fairy band And she kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can She felt so nice Just as soft as a spirit in the night”
Bring Limes
Bring Limes is dedicated to beaches, bonfires, vagabonds, and doing what you love.
