Don't Make Fun Of Me For Loving A Rock Star.
Don’t make fun of me for loving a rock star: Belts and hip bones, real cigarettes and jeans. Who put them there for me to love? Who knew they had sex appeal and put them on display, in all their pale, long-haired glory?
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