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