Jason کے بول

Ooh-ooh, ooh Jason undressed me Lying on his sheets He did not do the same Even his boots were on Ooh-ooh, ooh Clumsy, shakily He ran his hands up me He was afraid Tears streaming down his face Ooh-ooh, ooh Jason, there's no rush I know a lot comes up, ooh Letting in some love Where there always should have been some I was proud to seem Warm and mothering Just for a night Even through all the drink Ooh-ooh, ooh We were twenty-three Breeders on CD When we woke up He just asked me to leave Ooh-ooh, ooh I stole twenty from his blue jeans I'm pretty sure that he saw me