The secrets between us, could be gone with the snap of your fingers,
Oh no, baby the taste of your lips is killing me, your to good when your sober,
don't deny it boys will be boys, I just have to fight it
Give up that stupid game and follow me.
I don't rush things, I go slow, the harder you make this the more you push me
Lay your self atop of me or pick up the pace an chase me.
The eternal number of 8 is the years Ive been needing you, but now I'm starting to feel the distance, but cant you snap ya fingers an everything would be clear.
If you were me Id think quick, the more you try the more I will want to say how much i do want you.
Love you deeply but cant take this.
