She gets off
On making me nervous,
With a glance she threatens
To make like a Monarch.
With suggestions she poses,
My love is disposable…
Conscience left to wonder
Why there is nobody
Who just wants me.
She gets off
On making me nervous,
With a glance she threatens
To make like a Monarch.
With suggestions she poses,
My love is disposable…
Conscience left to wonder
Why there is nobody
Who just wants me.
