It's a Saturday morning warning.
Saturday's defeated, sitting here yawning.
Smell him.  
His body hides inside her nares.

She's walking upstairs.
Walking upstairs and taking you in.
Inhaling,
She's breathing you.
Honey you got under her skin.
A sinful of skin.

Smelling you inside,
Aroma of sweater,
Smells better of you.
Oh for last night.

A mental situation.
She's wearing you inside out.
(C) Livvi