|
It's a little bit like Romeo, and what's her name |
|
Tension keeps rising, it's not surprising that |
|
The flame that shoot them to each others are... is fell no shame |
|
And neither having need to shrink, to care a bit what people think |
|
And that's little how it feels for me to ponder you |
|
I every conversations like a drug that bugs me too |
|
You draw in physicality, grin that burns a hole in me |
|
In times and minute, everyday, what the truth is all I say |
|
My obsession over you, it's really working on my nerve |
|
More than a passing crush, even more than your sexy curse |
|
More than I'm wishing that I lives, foaming briefly with hush |
|
Or enough to show the trembling and brave enough to touch |
|
On the one hand Romeo my bare in this fortune well |
|
It's ten years to forget you, even though that hurt like hell |
|
On the other day it's a hunting in case you cannot tell |
|
Your face, your soul, your sweet breath, it's another kind of death |
|
My obsession over you, it's really working on my nerve |
|
More than a passing crush, even more than your sexy curse |
|
More than I'm wishing that I lives, foaming briefly with hush |
|
Or enough to show the trembling and brave enough to touch |
|
You're so far the common sence without the counting all compliments |
|
You peg me when you overstate, welcome see... |
|
No that's OK, ah |
|
Love it all, wish for more, time to talk'n'say |
|
And your alarmin' agonistic rarity |
|
My obsession over you, it's really working on my nerve |
|
More than a passing crush, even more than your sexy curse |
|
More than I'm wishing that I lives, foaming briefly with hush |
|
Or enough to show the trembling and brave enough to touch |
|
I can't take this anymore |
|
You got to come give into my obsession |
|
I can't take this anymore |
|
You got to come give into my obsession |
