9 o'clock
you have me all tied up
you have me all hung up
you have me all sucked up
9 o'clock
my head is underneath
my lips pressed into your jeans
you have me on my knees
9 o'clock
you wish there was more time healing
but i wish you were all done with me
instead i wish you would rather love me
9 o'clock
i am barely breathing
you push me under screaming
and it makes this all better
my mood changes like the weather
you have me swell up and wetter
you know just what to do when i'm needy
you make me want you rather than want love
tell me how you do it
until next 9 o'clock
