Your words removed the straps from my shirt
and they unhinged the clasp to my bra.
Your rough and frigid hands glide over my chest
and I couldn't help but blush.
I told you you weren't supposed to be doing this.
You told me, she did it too, why can't I?
My chapped lips were wetted by you.
But now my eyes can't see to become dry either.
You're actions forced me out of that car
And baby, I ain't ever coming back.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
Your words removed the straps from my shirt
and they unhinged the clasp to my bra.
Your rough and frigid hands glide over my chest
and I couldn't help but blush.
I told you you weren't supposed to be doing this.
You told me, she did it too, why can't I?
My chapped lips were wetted by you.
But now my eyes can't see to become dry either.
You're actions forced me out of that car
And baby, I ain't ever coming back.
