Do I feel a little hint of dissapointment?Did I just see right? you thought you could hide...
come and go, come again
next time you won't be crossing my way.
yeah... tired of playing the silent game. again and again
Funny this thing about charm and power. You might have something I wanna ride,
but I'm the only one in this town who can share that passanger side
on the backseat,
back in time
when i wanted you so bad, you made me cry
there was nothing more than a uncontrollable wish
of exposing you everything i felt
no more rides, no more cars,
no more strange desires or lies.
you had me this close.
I am walking out of your way, first right, second left
out of your sight, into my world of perversion
quite an impression you nearly made on me.
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