Gotta run this one back havebt heard this in forever

Pitched my camp in your mind
Sat by the fire behind your eyes
And I’ll look through them just once or twice
But I might see something I don’t like
Like your hands in his shirt
Entwined in cotton, his loving smirk

Shawwwwwttyyyyyyyyy

Woahp woahp woahp woahhh ohhhhhh

Crodie in a lawn chair SMACKED