Got home from the show and the piano's still playing in my head. My hands had other ideas. You'd know what this kind of music does to me, wouldn't you.
Got home from the show and the piano's still playing in my head. My hands had other ideas. You'd know what this kind of music does to me, wouldn't you.
Still buzzing from the comedy show and apparently laughing myself right out of my clothes. Tell me you'd finish what the show started, babe.
BirdStock's got five stages today and I've been sitting out here with no plan and even less of an outfit situation. Tell me you'd help me get dressed for it, babe.
Preview party at the museum tonight and I've been standing in front of this mirror way longer than getting dressed should take. The little black dress won, obviously. You'd better already be thinking about after, babe.
This little guy woke up with a full tank of energy and zero respect for my sleep schedule, so now it's a kitchen floor party for two. Tell me you'd trade places with him, babe.
World premiere at the Playhouse tonight and I couldn't sleep — something about knowing I'll be sitting in the dark watching something brand new just does things to me. Tell me you'd take the seat next to mine, babe.
Monday morning yoga with zero intention of putting clothes on anytime soon. Tell me you'd be able to focus on your own breathing if you walked in on this, babe.
Three miles in cold water and now my whole body's buzzing in a way that has nothing to do with the swim. Tell me you'd know what to do with me like this, babe.
Tomorrow's surf event has me out here before anyone else and the whole beach is empty. Tell me you'd rather watch me warm up than paddle out, babe.
Told myself I was getting ready for the show and then this happened. Bet you'd cancel my plans for me, babe.