I wanna be loved by you, nobody else, just you. I wanna inspire you being everyday kinda new. I wanna dispel your mood that is so damn blue. I wanna be there for you to kiss away your mad flu.
You? You wanna to sit on a sew sipping brew. You enjoy now so much drunk-smoked slut over you. Like a prick for tattoo you like cutting me through. But before you befuddled me. That’s not true.
It’s hard to undo your cockeyed point of view. I tried many times to catch fish like sea mew. But second-rate fish not for me. Pas de deux. Your dance now is over. It’s not déjà vu. Now it’s true.
I wanna be loved by you? No, Gosh. By anyone else, not you. I drowned my “wanna”. Thank you.