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Confession: Dead leaves and the dirty ground...believe it or not, when I first met M, I did not like the White Stripes at all. AT ALL. My best friend despises them! A few dates in I decided that I would try and be more open-minded and give them another chance. After all, if this very handsome tomboy loved them so, there had to be something to it.
This was one of the first songs that sunk its teeth into my neck and really got me, and I sent M a text on that very early Spring evening, sitting on my pretty hardwood floor with a cigarette over my record player, the sun streaming in through my tall, cathedral windows, and all it said was soft hair and a velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me.
A girl can always change her mind.