I bet your probably at home all alone
I bet in right cause i your pretty hair through your back window
You look three sheets in the wind
Cmon let in
I want you outta those cloths and outta that skin
I wanna wear you
I wanna try on your pretty little tattoos
Dont run from me you bitch i love you
How could you deny my
How f*cking dare you
I wanna love the skin im in and i will if its your
Hell its chore but i never wanted anything more than you
I wanna wear you