You said you couldn't look past what my body's done
But if my body wasn't treated like a temple
How can you explain all those who were on their knees before it
Before you came along?
Those who inhaled my moaning like a song
I sang a Sunday hymn while making love to him
And hummed Monday blues
While drinking about you
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
You said you couldn't look past what my body's done
But if my body wasn't treated like a temple
How can you explain all those who were on their knees before it
Before you came along?
Those who inhaled my moaning like a song
I sang a Sunday hymn while making love to him
And hummed Monday blues
While drinking about you
To the ones who don't want you to be theirs, or any one else's
