Looking at his thight blue jeans and wavey chocolate hair
loosing the sense of balance because I shouldn't care
I'm getting used to being nice- earlier it was rare
I crave him uncontrollably and I often stareI see this focus on his face wish to hear his voice
when he carries all the things and I take the invoice
when he is tired I want him more I see his sweat
it's time to go to make him unable to forgetbecause for all of this time I needed a real men
and I feel like this story is going on again
a few sincere smiles when he passes me by singing a song
and I'm out of control I hope we won't wait too longI wanna try him so bad hold his face in my hands
scratch his back and kiss his nice chin when everything ends
but when it will end I want to start over again
it's my little addiction it's like a blood in my vein