if you stepped foreword, you'd be breaking your word to your boy. you'd own one juicy secret. you'll reach my floor; approach my door and you'll feel so dirty.
Scratching on my key, i hear you. I'm catching your vibe, and i feel you slip in so cool; black shades, a trench coat and tall heels.
lean over while keeping your eyes foreword; I'm not your boy. I'm closer and feel love through your shoulders, but I'm not yours.
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