last night
I picked you out
of a crowd and talked to you
I said "I like your shoes!"
you said "thx! Can i follow you?"
so it's up the stairs
all out of view no prying eyes
I poured some wine
i asked your name you asked the time..
Now it's 2 o'clock
the club is closed we're up the block
your hands are on me
I'm pressing hard against your jeans.
your tongue is in my mouth
-trying to keep the words from coming out
you didn't care to know
you said such pretty words
but life's no story book
love's an excuse to get hurt
and to hurt
do yo like to hurt ?
I DO I DOI!!
then hurt meeee
we kissed on a bench in the evening
What went wrong with you?
I never took you for a fool
WHAT WENT WRONG WITH ME?
Last night
she said...
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