Soulbrds: Lotty Genius

Got to watch out for the quiet ones. Tweed smackin', moral crunchin'. Their knowing looks could fill a fucking book on how to lie with corny lifestyle choices, creepy high-pitched voices. Their knowing looks could fill a fucking book on how to lie with corny lifestyle choices, creepy high-pitched voices. Judgement drips down their smarm, "Don't worry darlin', I'll do no harm." Run, girl, run. Run from the quiet ones.