I feel like- I want you between my legs- Sorry, couldn't mention this more prude.
I wake up from my haze,
I probably got drunk by licking his face-
I yell out off getting clear again:
'Goddamnit, take this man back!'
In my mind, I return to A shallow wreck.
Still, I still- wish to have these love-sick feelings again.
But when, but how, but how can I seductively-
Get myself love-drunk by licking the stain on your face, kiss your neck and be in your grace?
-Hold me for A million years,
Kiss away my pain and tears...
Get me drunk again chasing you
I guess, I know- I have no clue
I think I'll have to face this cold world without you
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