Caramel
Hey Annabel, you got a little something on your lips. I think its caramel, I know cause I Can taste it. You look so sweet with your hair in a bun, then you bend over 'cus my Shoe's undone
You laugh at my tan lines, that's fine. I'd laugh as well, but my jaws on the floor, I can't Speak no more. I'm guessing I can help myself?
I ask "do we need to use a condom?" You laugh and say "boy I'm not dumb." Well shit I Wasn't prepared, guess I'll drive to the store in my underwear
In my slippers in the grocery store, you beeline to the aisle where the booze is stored. So on my own to the toothpaste aisle, me and every stranger share uncomfortable Smiles. I see they're all the same brand, and I think it'd be cheaper to use my right Hand. You swing by and throw a pack in the basket, saying it's your shout if I must be Asking
We drive with my hand on your thigh, while I still don't know if I'm staying the night. For Some reason I'm too scared to ask, but it's not like I'm thinking when you're shaking Your ass
One thing led to another, we're lovers. Then in walks your mother, as you hide me under The covers
Well I kiss your lips in the heat of the moment, you try to speak but your brain is frozen I'd kiss your cheek but my hands in the way, I guess you don't mind, since your legs are Shaking
Don't get up, I see that your knees are weak. I'll see myself out and see you next week. But you don't call and you don't text. I can't even call you another ex
You laugh at my tan lines, that's fine. I'd laugh as well, but my jaws on the floor, I can't Speak no more. I'm guessing I can help myself?
I ask "do we need to use a condom?" You laugh and say "boy I'm not dumb." Well shit I Wasn't prepared, guess I'll drive to the store in my underwear
In my slippers in the grocery store, you beeline to the aisle where the booze is stored. So on my own to the toothpaste aisle, me and every stranger share uncomfortable Smiles. I see they're all the same brand, and I think it'd be cheaper to use my right Hand. You swing by and throw a pack in the basket, saying it's your shout if I must be Asking
We drive with my hand on your thigh, while I still don't know if I'm staying the night. For Some reason I'm too scared to ask, but it's not like I'm thinking when you're shaking Your ass
One thing led to another, we're lovers. Then in walks your mother, as you hide me under The covers
Well I kiss your lips in the heat of the moment, you try to speak but your brain is frozen I'd kiss your cheek but my hands in the way, I guess you don't mind, since your legs are Shaking
Don't get up, I see that your knees are weak. I'll see myself out and see you next week. But you don't call and you don't text. I can't even call you another ex
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Writer(s): James Lai
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