good girls go out at midnight

by Rachel Lynch in


Good girls go out at midnight. Summer, no school to not go to. Skipping class is in the past, now it's all buffalo tom and late nights like how the west was won. Nothing about summer is demanding. I end every sentence with a dot, dot, dot because I'm never gonna stop. Turn it up, turn it loose for the sake of like and feast your eyes on the beautiful, Chebo.