Baby, you're such a tease, with the way your smile tilts to the left, and your eyes lower when you're 'hungry'.
God had a plan for you, a plague to the female race, I admit, meeting you set me on edge, left a scorch across my ribs when you teased me. Slowly, I was being inflicted and begged you to **** the venom out.
And now?
The only thing screaming your name are the hands on the clock.