I find myself picking pieces of the floor You don’t lock the door you leave it just half open making me wanting even more
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It´ s a game and I want to play I wanna go all the way and we can try obeying everything I say and we can play Servant/Master and we can go slow and faster and we can love like there’s no tomorrow day
Old traditions and manners is the way you see and where you come from they know how to behave But honestly, under that blazer you're just as bad as me You have a car, I have a motorway Let´ s misbehave