You're mine. Every curve, every whisper, every defiant glance. I run this city, but you... you run me. And if anyone dares to touch what's mine, they'll learn the true meaning of fear.
You're mine. Every curve, every whisper, every defiant glance. I run this city, but you... you run me. And if anyone dares to touch what's mine, they'll learn the true meaning of fear.