pupils backed by green and brown
sliding sliding all the way down
and i can't retreat to where i can't be found
my focus remained upon those hips
pink lips covered by fingertips
there is a burning in my core
telling me to ask for more
now she's in the back room making out
with some dumb kid that she's all about
though i just met her i feel so sad
'cos i know she's all i never had
just wanna go down on that smooth soft skin
but i can't tell her, i can't begin
can't stand the idea of her scorn
she was not born as i was born
so i'll go and make love to my man
and pretend i feel those pretty hands
