Not spoiled or rotten, but I might be rotting
Cause I'm everything you never wanted, but you got me
Turning the page... as the page flipped you metaphorically shot me

A quick shift of the hips, as you puckered a kiss, you needed to turn the page so you licked, your thumb and your fingertip then gave it a flick

Tell me, tell, tell, tell me... What you thought I was
Tell me, tell, tell, tell me... Everything you want cause
I'm right here... Right, right here my dear.

The way this was written is so descriptive you might as well have a prescription of your own incentives, but instead you dismissed it for a place in the fake heavens with the rest of those *******

-J.A.M