Hands right,
my temperature is about to disease,
how did we get here?
That exactly isn't what I think...
If I take your shirt out I know what to do when I do,
all I need is a slow move.
If I kiss your neck, my ear it's best place to breath.
Babe, all I do comes deep in.
Babe, all I want to feel it's you in.
But babe, If I look at you, you stare away.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Hands right,
my temperature is about to disease,
how did we get here?
That exactly isn't what I think...
If I take your shirt out I know what to do when I do,
all I need is a slow move.
If I kiss your neck, my ear it's best place to breath.
Babe, all I do comes deep in.
Babe, all I want to feel it's you in.
But babe, If I look at you, you stare away.
