doingitagain
05-29-2011, 12:56 AM
1). The sight of you incites me; my fury is here.
Rage is absent, but every minute becomes an hour as I wonder about your restraints, your courage, your thoughts.
All of this is held within your apple that commands my eye. Up and down vision starts at the top, and my heart begins to beat forward and backwards stronger.
What a fine fox you are, Miss.
2) Each time you call me home in a sweet refrain,
Saying things will change, you’ll take away the pain,
Then we flashback to the first time you put your spell on me,
You envelope me, you feel good as hell to me.
One moment leads to another few,
Here it goes again,
Leaving you is, oh, so hard to do,
I just can’t pretend, can’t pretend
Rage is absent, but every minute becomes an hour as I wonder about your restraints, your courage, your thoughts.
All of this is held within your apple that commands my eye. Up and down vision starts at the top, and my heart begins to beat forward and backwards stronger.
What a fine fox you are, Miss.
2) Each time you call me home in a sweet refrain,
Saying things will change, you’ll take away the pain,
Then we flashback to the first time you put your spell on me,
You envelope me, you feel good as hell to me.
One moment leads to another few,
Here it goes again,
Leaving you is, oh, so hard to do,
I just can’t pretend, can’t pretend