god, why?
i can't stop imagining
you riding that man
i wanna be the
lucky one
who gets to be
at your mercy tonight
do me wrong, do me right
do whatever you want
i only wanna be yours
so i can happily die
hell, why?
your couch, my neck
your kisses, my hand
the fantasy i'll never
going to have
scape with me
he will never hear
my whimpers
when you touch the spot
that i like
angels, why?
i can't get enough
only seen her once
a month
what a torture of the
time
