how like the common cold they haven't found the curefor her change in moods you know her need for moreyou thought that's all she was but she's so much more
She just wants to move
You know what she's dying for
It takes just one taste to show that you were blind
and all you need is to watch her hips before you die
she can see through all your clothes, she's the loving kind your entangled eyes pull close as she clears your mind