I’m getting lost in your curls I’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn’t say so but when you claw me like a cat I’m beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand Pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream I’m getting lost in your curls I’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see They’re not for boys, they’re just for me, hurry to talk from far away
I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair When we’re alone I wanna say Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment, babe
Put on the dress that I like It makes me so crazy though I can’t say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
when you hear a song and it feels like someone ripped your intestines out ..