I can tell you how you never ever listen whilst I help you take to your clothes, you can tell me how I do everything wrong whilst I climb into your lap.. and you can tell me why I’m such a fucking bitch whilst you take of my clothes… maybe I don’t really hate you, maybe I really do… maybe it doesn’t even matter at all.
I can tell you how you never ever listen whilst I help you take off your clothes, you can tell me how I do everything wrong whilst I climb into your lap and you can tell me exactly why I’m such a bitch whilst you take of my clothes, maybe I do hate you… maybe I really don’t.. maybe it doesn’t even really matter at all.
“I’d fuck you so hard” etc is the least interesting thing to hear since I actually really like it slow. I only really want two words in my vocabulary, “please” and your name… just make me forget my name, why I even came and every other thought it my head. I guess I need your hands to guide me.
“I’d fuck you so hard” etc is the least interesting thing to hear since I actually like it slow, by the end I only want two words in my vocabulary, “please” and your name. Make me forget my name, why I came and every other thought it my head. I need your hands to guide me, I don’t like taking lingerie off, you can move it to the side I know it’s not right to just behave like some ‘whore’, but maybe it’s all I am
I could tell you all the terrible things you really wanna hear, behave like some crazy slut who really doesn’t matter and is just a lost cause, but who’s new found cause is you… Undress you without even caring about your name and sit naked in your lap at 3am on some fifth floor without even caring who sees.