Two Way Street.

by Tess   Jan 16, 2008


Let her grind on you, baby.
Its all innocent fun, right?

Let her work on you, sweetie.
Call her beautiful like you used to call me.

Watch her dance, honey.
Let me be the last thing on your mind.

Slowly give into the temptation, baby doll.
You know I'll never leave.

While you give into her teases, just don't think one thought about me.
I would never do anything to hurt you, would I, dear?

Grind with her, baby.
Its all innocent fun, right?

Work with her, sweetie.
Don't think about who could be calling me beautiful.

Dance with her, honey.
Are you the last thing on my mind?

Give in to all temptation, baby doll.
Could I ever leave?

Go a head, dear. You know you want to.
What could I possibly be doing to hurt you?

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