Ella Langley at the Greek tonight and I'm doing country my way — these shorts gave up on decency somewhere around the second verse of me picking them out. You'd two-step with me anyway, wouldn't you?
Ella Langley at the Greek tonight and I'm doing country my way — these shorts gave up on decency somewhere around the second verse of me picking them out. You'd two-step with me anyway, wouldn't you?
Jackson Dean's at the Troubadour tonight, so the morning gets to run slow and my shirt gets to misbehave. Come pour me a second cup.
This slip barely qualifies as a dress and that's exactly the point — Willow's at Blue Note tonight, two sets in a room so small the stage is practically at my table. You'd spend the second set watching me instead of her, wouldn't you?
Halfway into getting mean for Schoolboy Q and this leather already won round one. Tell me it reads as dangerous as it feels.
Jack Johnson at the Bowl tonight, so this slow Sunday morning belongs to the sun and nobody else. You'd better come rub sunscreen on my back before we head out.
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue at the Intuit Dome tonight, so I'm going full 90s and one strap is staying undone because I said so. You'd fight someone in the pit for me, wouldn't you?
Glitter everywhere and I'm only halfway through — Empire of the Sun at the Bowl earns this kind of chaos. Tell me it works.
Wide awake and my hands had other plans than sleep. You'd want to see how this ends, wouldn't you?
Hayley Williams at the Bowl tonight, but first I run this house exactly how I like. You'd already be on your knees by the door waiting for me, wouldn't you?
Spooky season got me early — Wednesday 13's at the Teragram and my eyeliner is already sharper than my mood. You'd let me do yours next, wouldn't you?