Orgasm
goosebumps, our hands are cold
my heart's scarredyou are the callousit's in the air, the auras of aurora borealisyou look so scaredi will never hurt youor lose your virtuesi'm not the first twoblood in a chalicea body is a palaceyour skin is see through, i can't leave youi took a challengeyou are my opiumthe phobea comestastes like sodiumlips are moistenedi am your boyfriendyour love is like a magic potion, somehow, i feel poisonedi got goosebumps (8x)i feel jeopardizedyour leopard eyesloving in record time, this is the paradigmyou say i'm romeoride it like a rodeomovin' to the radio up and away we go
From Letras Mania