"The way you bite your lips
The way you stare at me
The way you lay so fine
I like it when you’re mean.
The way you turn me on
The way you touch yourself
I doubt that it would change
The way you make me melt."
The way you stare at me
The way you lay so fine
I like it when you’re mean.
The way you turn me on
The way you touch yourself
I doubt that it would change
The way you make me melt."
Great Strings
