My lipstick scetched in your lips
Your love etched on my heart
I think I love you more but physical attraction is what I'm liking for
I covered your face in lipstick stain
As you say I love you over again
List covered dust
Sprinkled over us
All I can do is think of you
Running your hands up my back
Chills shoot through, an impulse erupts saying I love you was just too much
Physical attraction was what I wanted so in the end
"We're just friends"
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
My lipstick scetched in your lips
Your love etched on my heart
I think I love you more but physical attraction is what I'm liking for
I covered your face in lipstick stain
As you say I love you over again
List covered dust
Sprinkled over us
All I can do is think of you
Running your hands up my back
Chills shoot through, an impulse erupts saying I love you was just too much
Physical attraction was what I wanted so in the end
"We're just friends"
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