Last night I was thinking about you. Hurts more than I can say. And it was kind of dirty. And the way that you looked at me it was kind of nasty, it was kind of trashy. 'Cause I can't help my mind from going there. When I lay in bed I touch myself and I think of you
Last night, damn, you were in my sex dreams, doing really nasty things.
We could be caught. We're both convicted criminals of thought.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario