You can start without me
You can finish too
I can come later
I can start you over again
If I need you to
I like to lick it
I like to watch
I like to think
About it, how it happens
How I’ll go down
Or how it all comes out
I’m a fantasist
Like that, I’m fickle
I’m well-behaved
I’m growing on you
I’m growing wet
I’m going to stay here
And watch what you do
I’m waiting for your move
I might pray for some
Angels who’re gonna stop
All this rush now
Who’re they to come stop me?
Whore am I, to come and fall
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