Wednesday, October 21, 2009

just the right balance of classy and trashy

baby give me that little smoochie-smooch

..........................you know what i wana do to you,

................................i really like the way you sit there

.............................................................and look so cute,

.......................even though you got a little fake attitude,

.......then we do anything

...that we wana do

and we don't sleep all night

........till around 6 am,

..........................................the night started on the couch

..........dont even remember how we got to the bed,

then i wake up

.........................................and the place is a mess,

...............................................there's pillows

..and clothes........

.................................................................and cans

all over,

....................and even when we wake up

...............................................we're not really sober,

and when you open your eyes

...................................................you wana do it again,

..............and the walls are watching

.....................but I'll turn out the lights

....................................and tell 'em all to turn their heads,

.......but there's a free show centerstage in my bed,

........so I wouldn't blame even them to steal a glance or two,


oh,..........all the things.................I still want to do to you,


but your such a busy gal you always gotta go somewhere

.........................so then your off again into the morning air

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