Maybe I need to remember that when you make my back arch and I moan, does not mean you want to set up home.
And just because I make you hard and you want more, does not mean I'm going to link you at your yard.
Let's get this in perspective cause maybe just maybe our wires are getting crossed.
This is getting a bit hazy and I'm getting a bit lost.
If you want to **** me, then tell me how it is, cause I can't be believing it's more and thinking "oh I'll be his".
Don't you dare kiss and cuddle me in your bed, when all you wanna do is give me the D and get some good head.
See for women kissing is a passion, a representation of feeling.
So when you kiss me that's when I start believing.
Now *** is more animalistic and when you pull my hair and slap me, I can start to be a bit more realistic.
I can start to see this is all you need and when I'm gone there is more women you want to breed.
But that's fine just don't text me with "hey babe how is your day?" and "I was just wondering if you wanted to stay?".
Cause that's when miscommunication starts to appear and those feelings arise like I was beginning to fear.
I'm beginning to believe that *** is passion, that's why italians are so good at it just like their fashion.
And I can't put up with this meaningless ***, I want love and friendship like I had with my ex.
So this is goodbye to you all, now there is no *** let's see if you call.
