We sat to talk
This nice and sweet beauty I know
She entices her charm
Reveals her drag
Expresses her lash
Harsh,
She didn’t hear a thing
Her music deep within
Her soul stolen to the beats
Her fingers close to the thing
My fingers still in need
Of a lasting touch to feel
Run your hands on me
Like u did to that thing
Touch me so sweet
And never let me leave
Give me an iPod moment
And shuffle my mind
Give me an iPod moment
And make me think aloud
Give me a minute and turn me on
Listen to me speak
Sweeter than your iPod
I wish
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