I don’t want to think about her lipsthat caress your soft milky hips.Whilst she plays with your hairlike it’s her share, is that fair?
But why can’t I be the onethat has my chance of fun.I want to feel that power.I’m screaming from a high tower.
I’m canvassed in the tallest treesaway from her sultry tease,away from those blue hazy eyes;that teach me to be wise.
To not fall for that wonderthat tumbling cascade of thunder,that is my cold heartbeing forced to start.
When looking in those eyesI see a devilish disguise.You play a fools gameto which I’m all to blame.
