Please

You saw me standing alone
Took it as a chance to slide over my bones
Your cheap talk, my weak eyes
You think you're on top
Your hands upon my thighs

All you've got is nothing on me and
All you know is we all get lonely
So if you think you've got new things to show me
Well, it's a bit too late

The more words I say the more of yours you swallow
Your mouth keeps moving it's my skin it follows
Your heat rises, drunk on your power
But by morning you're gone, down the drain of my shower

All you've got is nothing on me and
All you know is we all get lonely
So if you think you've got new things to show me
Well, it's a bit too late



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Zeigler, Jr.
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