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Sing me a song of This romance gone wrong It sounds so intriguing, I can Barely contain myself I'm sorry, do I come off brash? I feel distracted Can I bite your skin? Find the troubled, Insecure soul deep within? Why are you so tense? Your skin's like an apple's You both taste like rain Strange... Don't feel like playing games? Sorry, this is coming off as nasty Don't worry, I'm done Just pass me by There's a shard in your eye As big as the touch that used to make me cry Could I still be a stranger, Though you know every turn? Could confidently travel Every bump, every curve You love this land Try to pick out parts that enthrall you the most But by now, You've said they're all your favorites And I like that If I'm an animal then you are my instinct My predetermined pawprints and my next neck to breathe down The limbs that help me prowl around The air that dances with my tail, Applying force where I cut the air Forgive me I'm not good at this Do I flaunt my step or **** my hip? Fake being ansy or bite my lip? Or we ***** this odd rhythm and skip right to the drop I don't know what you're doing but I won't tell you to stop.
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 9:04 PM UTC
Awkward Seduction
Sing me a song of This romance gone wrong It sounds so intriguing, I can Barely contain myself I'm sorry, do I come off brash? I feel distracted Can I bite your skin? Find the troubled, Insecure soul deep within? Why are you so tense? Your skin's like an apple's You both taste like rain Strange... Don't feel like playing games? Sorry, this is coming off as nasty Don't worry, I'm done Just pass me by There's a shard in your eye As big as the touch that used to make me cry Could I still be a stranger, Though you know every turn? Could confidently travel Every bump, every curve You love this land Try to pick out parts that enthrall you the most But by now, You've said they're all your favorites And I like that If I'm an animal then you are my instinct My predetermined pawprints and my next neck to breathe down The limbs that help me prowl around The air that dances with my tail, Applying force where I cut the air Forgive me I'm not good at this Do I flaunt my step or **** my hip? Fake being ansy or bite my lip? Or we ***** this odd rhythm and skip right to the drop I don't know what you're doing but I won't tell you to stop.
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 9:04 PM UTC
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