When I rock its for the waves
When I sulk might be for days
I'm not mad it's just my face
When I lick its for the taste
When I taste its for the pleasure
When I love there is no
When I lean its for the kiss
Close my eyes goes like this
When I howl its at the moon
Party's over left too soon
When I dream it's astral plane
Run my fingers through your mane
When I hunt its for the treasure
Sometimes skill and sometimes leisure
I'm not mad
I just wish you had told me
I'm not mad
I just wish you had told me
She tastes like fruit and smells like flowers