i can't take it when you let it down
can't keep my hands off of it
my eyes are like spiders on you
i'm creepin out of my skin
you want me on your shelf
you know how to torture me
like a boxer who's finger are crushed
from the touch of your lust
you want me on your shelf
if i call, don't waste my time
if i call, don't waste my time
you want me on your shelf
you want to take your piece