Well your jeans hang low holdin onto your hips,
and its the kinda sight that drives a man into fits..
but I've been dinking just like weekend on a Saturday night..
and i'm gone.
your cheeks are red but you say that you're straight.
and that no matter the drink you can hold your weight.
as I feel your lips gliding, suddenly colliding with mine.
and your roomates telling you lets go home.
but i want you in my bed so shake if you can.
or shake no if you wont and i'll go home alone instead.
but it's the passion..
so dramatic..
it s habit I can break into your heart.
I can smell your hair, your face sunk in my pillowcase.
open up to me dont be scared..
Cause theres a thing called love and babe it cuts you up.
But your the kinda girl that can't get enough of love..
