I had a sort-like problem with a girl. Sometimes i go out by myself and i look across the water. And i think of all the things that she's doing and in my head i paint a picture. Cause y'know.. Since i've come home, well my body's been a mess. And i miss her ginger hair and the way she liker to dress. Oh won't she come over; stop making a fool out of me! Why don't you come on over, Valerie. here's not a rickroll:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQSpoiler alert, it is a rickroll and try fucking 'please' next time ye scum