Looking at his thight blue jeans and wavey chocolate hair
loosing the sense of balance because I shouldn't care
I'm getting used to being nice- earlier it was rare
I crave him uncontrollably and I often stare
I see this focus on his face wish to hear his voice
when he carries all the things and I take the invoice
when he is tired I want him more I see his sweat
it's time to go to make him unable to forget
because for all of this time I needed a real men
and I feel like this story is going on again
a few sincere smiles when he passes me by singing a song
and I'm out of control I hope we won't wait too long
I wanna try him so bad hold his face in my hands
scratch his back and kiss his nice chin when everything ends
but when it will end I want to start over again
it's my little addiction it's like a blood in my vein