There's a heat in my belly though my fingers are numb. I come back running just for a hug. Arm around my shoulders slides down to my waist, if my eyes were not straight you'd figure out I'd want a taste. I really don't want to leave your side, the butterflies in my being are taking my for a ride. Unfortunately I go and you send me drunken questions. I'm a sucker at my hips and my lips crave a certain destination....
Oh my thoughts begin to go wild, I can't keep them at bay. Fantasies come a live and I'd love for you to play. If you knew what I do in the dark of the night...
Well I wonder if you'd want to make those things come to life...?