Whose fault is it? There must be someone to blame Should I blame myself? Or start taking names? For some reason I'm incapable of lending out my heart Am I more afraid of rejection or of someone tearing it apart? But what if those aren't the reasons either Maybe there's a guard up that I need to shed All I know is I seem to like men for a maximum of few days after we've been in bed But once that third day comes, I'm as cold as ice I stop returning calls and trying to be nice
Part of me feels disappointed I want my money back I thought *** was supposed to come with true love intact Two naked bodies colliding The smell of pheromones Ah, the temperature is rising The collision of our bones The brain is producing chemicals Pleasure is induced There's scratching and there's biting "Hello inner caveman, I don't think we've been introduced."
Maybe I'm not patient enough Emotions take too long You've got to find the right words Pick the right songs.. Maybe bodies get too familiar Curiosity has got this cat Yeah, I can be promiscuous I'm not afraid to wear that hat A mere infatuation is the closest I've been to having my heart melt And even then, I wasn't truly sure what I felt Maybe I'm cold blooded I chew them up and spit them out Either way I'll still be living with doubt.