you look so sexy on the stairs or how you writing on your desk you make me nervous, make me less concentrating on my task
I like the way you take your glasses off why don't you let it be some cloth? I like the way you come with new ideas oh dear I want you simply come without a word I fancy the complexity of yours
inspite of all the words i said and how we wind each other up I bet your ass's the smartest in the lub
I used to bug you make you angry and sad I swear that's cos I care too much I just want you love me back
you want to bear it bury it deeply inside that makes me more downhearted increasingly pathetic and mad
you're so obsessive about cleaning up your life from the love let me cure you of that be your therapy, your part
i'm not just a butt of a joke the one you slaging off don't blame the drugs or k.blue i'm the one who wants to make some bigger than science with you