Is it because she pretends to hate being held and then doesn’t let go at night

Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like getting on with you and would rather fight

Is it because she thinks of you at the most inappropriate of times

Or because she’s off out getting drunk and doing lines

It must be because her skin makes you feel like a child

Or maybe the fact her hair can’t be tamed, salaciously wild

What is the reason all you can dream about now is her on top

The others of freedom and success have completely stopped

All you see is her eyes as she moans your name

You’re caught up entirely in her vicious game

She won’t love you kid she never will

There’s no emotion there, her heart is still


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