This Is What Dreams Are Made Of...

[Under age && under the influence.]

You got everything you ever wanted…
And everyone knows, dreams begin with twist-top bottles and end on the bedroom floor.

[Boozed up && going down.]

Is it as sweet as you always imagined?
Do you whirl and delight in the magic of a world hazed by poison?

[Sugar and spice//vodka and ice?]

You slid out of your inhibitions as easily as your shirt…
There’s nothing sexy about stumbling, sugar.

[Eager lips && grinding hips.]

Dance floor magic really is something, eh?
Intoxicated girls and indulgent boys.

[Best friends do a little more…]

Body shots and body rolls; bodies getting closer.
I think we’re headed for the floor…

[Embrace && thrust.]

Indulging in debauchery of every kind…
It feels good to destroy yourself, little by little, from the delicate inside, out.

[Liquor, ice && lolly water.]

Tag-teaming all the pretty boys… Who needs a name?
Just push up against him and it all follows on from there…

[Honey, you’re heading toward a beautiful disaster…]