MATHIUU

Casete

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you´re sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did And how I hope to God he was worth it. When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin. I´ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck Than any boy you´ll ever meet, sweetie you had me Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? No, no, no, you know it will always just be, me