I don't think I'll have an appetite for tomorrow babe,
You just make me hungrier than lunch.
When you kiss me I sip on your divine wine,
When you hug me I burn up in fires of my desires.
So I just have a wee little hunch,
I'll be more interested in your menu, than picking at my food.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:18 PM UTC
I don't think I'll have an appetite for tomorrow babe,
You just make me hungrier than lunch.
When you kiss me I sip on your divine wine,
When you hug me I burn up in fires of my desires.
So I just have a wee little hunch,
I'll be more interested in your menu, than picking at my food.
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