my name on someone else's body

Two Golden Rules of Being a Woman	I want a first kiss	People are not my personal playthings	The tattoo phenomenon
True love happens	The body is a playground	I tattooed your name on my eyelids	Sleater-Kinney
That's just my broken parts coming through the surface	Love should not be routine habitual bliss	My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon.	Even though I sleep terribly with another body in the bed
she wants to kill and break hearts	unrequited love	When you whisper to a dog, sometimes it whispers back	To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
You nature lover / you country punk / you bowl me over / I'm not that drunk	Virginity, my loss of	Love is a dangerous angel	obsession
legs spread out across the reservation	John Mayer