Baby, let's turn out bed into a dance floor, and move to a rhythm that only we can hear. Cut the lights down low, and let our hands do all the talking.
YOU ARE READING
Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
Music
Baby, let's turn out bed into a dance floor, and move to a rhythm that only we can hear. Cut the lights down low, and let our hands do all the talking.
