October 2008
You're cold with disappointment While I'm drowning in the next room The last contagious victim of this plague between us I'm sick with apprehension I'm crippled from exhaustion And I dread the moment
Stacks on deck Patrone on ice And we can pop bottles all night Baby you could have whatever you like I said you could have whatever you like Yeah Late night sex so wet you'r so tight I'll gas up the j