is she the sort you´ve always thought could make you what you´re not?
o, jealousy
is she bright so well read are there novels by here bed?
is the sort you´ve always said could satisfy your head?
o, my jealousy
does she talk the way I do is her voice reminding you of the promises the little white lies too sometimes, tell me while she´s touching you just by mistake accidentally do you say my name?