Skip Number Two
It's full of sultry and sin.
My heart belongs to another yet that's
Not the bed I'm climbing in
With lights down low
An a Hell's Kitchen angel at the door
1 or 2 more hours she'll be begging me
for more.
Four lines to a verse, four lines to a verse
Break the rule and you'll be cursed
But soon enough it won't matter
Cause you'll be lying in the dirt
I tear off a piece of my soul with
Every piece of clothing
It doesn't matter now she already owns me
Sultry Sin Seeks our my Submission
My bleeding heart is Home
And there are mug shots on the wall
I'll be up for two more hours
Contemplating bout them all
Four more lines for one more verse
My boredom is a curse
If she asked me again
I'd give her my shirt.
