Wet

The antsiest, my pants have been raided
Just give me a chance your panties get invaded
I find you in your birthday suit belated
Goodness gracious I forgot to say my graces
She tells me that I'm crazy, such an asshole
She says not crazy enough, I need bath salt
Away, a way
She just wants to be held, she just wants to be felt
She just wants to be an angel who's sent down to hell
She just wants to be kissed, she just wants to be touched
She just wants to be caring and not give a fuck
She's comfortable with me 'cause I know that I sin
She says she wants to be something more than just friends
She says around the way I'll meet you here again
I used to lose so now I only love to win



Credits
Writer(s): David Cooks
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