Sunroofs are so fucking cool. I'd rather sit in my car than tan by the pool. When the sunroof is open I feel so alive. I can pick my nose and just let it fly. I can clear my throat and let her rip. Instead of hitting the window and watching it drip. Sunroof, precious sunroof. Whenever you move, you capture my eyes. Sunroof, beautiful sunroof. When I'm under you, my problems die. I love my sunroof so fucking much. So much so that it's becoming a crutch. If it starts to rain and I can't open it up, I can't get through the day and can't hold my lunch. Weather's not a factor for this sunroofing freak. I left my sunroof open in the middle of January for a week. Sunroof, precious sunroof. Whenever you move, you capture my eyes. Sunroof, beautiful sunroof. When I'm under you, my problems die. Two feet of rain does nothing to me. I can't be restricted. I must be free. So what if my foot space is one great big puddle? For an open sunroof I will happily settle. Sunroofing is easily life's greatest joy. Just me and the open with no bullshit ploy.
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