there she is right across the table
one look at her
and all i can think
is the things i want to do to her tonight
she can just tell
what i'm thinking
she smiles at me whilst she bites her lip
as if she approves my train of thought
i open the door for her to get in
and while i close it
i smile to myself sarcastically
what a sensitive wuss i used to be
all that's long gone
now everyone is
just another girl
no ones getting through to me
so lets drop the cotton
and get between the linen
it's time to celebrate
my absence of conscience
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