the innocent talks
the seductive smile
and the pretentious laughter
are you that stupid not to know still?
how my eyes light up when i see you
how i brush back my hair when you're near
can't you still not tell?
how i giggle when you compliment my hair
or how i turn red and hold my breath
when you touch me and say i have great skin
oh damn you if you still don't know
i want you oh i want you
from the first time you made me smile
you lit up a fire, and its been going for a while
what to do? oh what should i do?
to quench this thirst i have only for you
are you a coward or maybe just numb?
am i not good enough for you?
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