I picked you out
of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes!
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time.
Now it's six o'clock,
the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
Your tongue in my mouth.
Trying to keep the words from coming out.
You didn't care to know,
who else may have been you before.
I want a lover, that i dont have to love.
a lover who's too sad to give a fuck
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