girl this was
your idea
you know it's
not my fault
you say you
want my love
well my love
taste of salt
I've got a list of things I want to
do before
I think of someone else's sorrow

wish I could
tell you I'm a better guy
that love is
all around and
only real
man cry
but all I want
to do is jump
your bones
and slam dance
all night to the music
of your moans