I do not care what clothes you choose to wear, As long as the bare form underneath is mine to hold at night. I do not care what words you say, as long as it is that voice that whispers to me in the dark. I couldn't care less how cold your soul is, as long as it is your warmth that I feel against me. I do not care for the sins on your conscience, that bother you so much, as long as you don't mind mine. I don't care for the past, I don't care if I'm last, For as long as I'm not being had, I don't see how loving you is so bad.