Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did and how I hope to God he was worth it when the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, hotter touch, a better fuck, than any boy you’ll ever meet, Sweetie, you had me. ♫


