Not My Weekend
Crawl
I found your sweater I found your keys I hear you chatter You buzz like a bee I hear your footsteps darling I hear em all and I hate that smile sweetheart When I watch it fall
I miss your lips Pressed against my face I miss your legs Wrapped around my waste But stop those tip toes baby When you think I’m asleep Cause you know when you’re not here I don’t get a wink
You can crawl on in
I miss my sweater When it’s keeping you warm I miss your presence In physical form I miss your voice When I’m making you moan I miss your eyes When we’re all alone
From Letras Mania