Don't you want another fight?
In the public eye, a pelvic thrust to the side,
My intuition runs hotter than the yellow
Which shines above us, which warms us,
And I wish you'd melt in lava
I cannot reach you when diamonds rub their intentions;
A lackluster footsie, a moment to be open, are these legs not enough?
Are all men blind? What are they blind of? A woman has never calloused my fear with "you are crazy," Remember the days of pleading,
Remember them most of all when you are bored of me. Then look at me from across the room,
I will not wait.