..the ones that speak to me. I found myself singing a '50's song yesterday and wondered where that came from! It was what my dad listened to; thank goodness it was rock n roll! Music moves me, can change my mood, take my lows into the stratosphere
"Give me a red hand print right across my ***
I'm leaving scratches up and down your back
Throw me against the wall, bite me on my neck
Like end of the world, break-up sex"
Lzzy Hale is so badass her name doesn't even need a vowel.