Lineapelle had this leather jacket and I couldn't leave without it — now it's the only thing on me in this hotel room. You'd come up and tell me if it stays on, wouldn't you bear.
Lineapelle had this leather jacket and I couldn't leave without it — now it's the only thing on me in this hotel room. You'd come up and tell me if it stays on, wouldn't you bear.
The crossbow crews cleared out an hour ago and the piazza's empty except for the targets they left behind — this dress survived the whole palio and I think it's earned its rest. You'd come undo these laces, wouldn't you bear.
The design festival turned this lakeside villa into a maze of installations and I keep finding empty rooms with the most unreal light coming off the water through the windows. You'd come wander through here with me, wouldn't you bear?
The sax player won't stop with that slow phrase and it's hitting me somewhere I wasn't expecting — ducked into the bathroom to breathe and my top came off with it. You'd follow that sound, wouldn't you bear.
The whole Expo smells like crushed grapes and the September light out here among the vines is doing something criminal to this white linen. I came for the Chianti and somehow ended up lost between the rows. You'd come find me out here, wouldn't you bear?
The orchestra won't stop playing inside my head and this dress is coming off one shoulder at a time. Stay and listen with me, bear.
Found the tasting cellar behind the main piazza and the owner just kept pouring — the light coming through that window has no business making this dress look like that. You'd stay for one more glass, wouldn't you bear?
Found a sagra in a town whose name I keep butchering and the nonna at the baccalà stall won't let me leave without seconds — the paper plates are piling up and honestly she's right. Pull up a chair, bear?
Editing the footage from last night's stream and the only light in here is the monitor — my eyes are burning but I can't stop watching myself back. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in and saw this on the screen, bear.
A thousand people in medieval costume just flooded the piazza and the horses are about to run bareback — I'm pressed against the barrier and the crowd won't stop shoving. You'd have to fight your way through to reach me, bear.