They speak without words
They feel without touch
Stare a bit too long,
you’ll give 'way too much
More than six seconds,
he’ll think that you want it
But don’t stare at all
he’ll think that you’re snobbish
Mmm, I’ll stare at you all day
till you see what I’m doing
I want it, right now,
and it’s you I’m pursuing
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
They speak without words
They feel without touch
Stare a bit too long,
you’ll give 'way too much
More than six seconds,
he’ll think that you want it
But don’t stare at all
he’ll think that you’re snobbish
Mmm, I’ll stare at you all day
till you see what I’m doing
I want it, right now,
and it’s you I’m pursuing
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