There is something about you
something i hate...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
The sun is setting
The moon is rising...
The way his lips meet mine
his hands touch me...
My anti drug
your just like my cocaine...
Alone I walk
Into a storm caring your love in my heart...
I close my eyes and think
think about my love for you...
You ready?
Use the curves of my body...
Your hands on my body
oh...it feels so right...
Every lie could be our last
Every sorrow could last long...
Watch me jump, watch me miss my mark
Watch me stretch, watch me break apart...
He never rode a horse
Ever so gallantly white...