is it the the lack of contact that makes me want your body
i promise that i wont tell a single soul
how warm is your skin, just let me in
dont tell me im relapsing i dont want him to kiss me ever again
shaking hands are my specialty
but only when im talking to you
i blush so hard
its almost got me blue
i dont love them anymore than i love you
test me baby
dont you hate how much i love it
im on it