Blonde Thing
Blonde thing
Where are you going with this one thing
Youve really got my heart/head a thumping
When youre tryna think of something
Like the time when i was
Calling out your name
After clubbing in the rain
And the time was 4 am
And your door was shut again
Why do you lock me out
Are you messing me about
I wish that i could tell
What is bugging your brain cell
Like the time when i was
Sleeping in your room
And my head was on the moon
And you wanted me to pounce
But i must have done an ounce
So you started biting me
In those places heavenly
You are damaging my health
Could you let me be myself