Kiss.
Posted by Daniel MacEnchroe | Filed under Uncategorized
Don’t have to be beautiful,
We don’t even have to bone; I don’t wanna be alone in my one bedroom like I am every night, Watching sport centre, football highlights, Can’t let you walk outa my life without a name and a smile and some game for your file. I can tell you a freak by the way that you dance with that tattoo showing at the top of your pants. Not love but I fell in lust with a glance. The way you shake your hips got your boy in a trance. So I’m take that chance without the wingman. Me getting shut down is not in the plan. See a G like me is so hard to take out. I ‘aint even trying to fuck, I just wanna make out. Push my tounge past your lips a little something like this…
Kiss. You got to not talk dirty baby.
I’m not about to put my lips on a mouth that’s unclean. You can holla back if you know what I mean. Let me fuck around and talk that shit. Smoke cigaretes and grab my dick. Take shots of tequilla till you tell me to quit. Imma take one more then I promise that’s it. How many? Two more, what’ya think? Now I’m feeling kinda sick but baby don’t trip. Imma throw up once and be back in the mix. Just don’t let me get it on my new kicks. Somebody step on them and watch me flip cause’ they cost me a grip and I’m flossing my bitch. I’m trying to be hard but I’m soft as shit. What I need is a great big hug and a…