Guarded
You get closer and closer to me and I pull back
You swear I'm your everything but I swear its a nightcap
I dont need a man best believe I never have
Goes back since birth not even my sperm donor dad
Try and touch my heart mind soul?
Only thing you should be touching is my p*ssy, I'm cold
Bus it back deep throat pull on my hair
As long as when we done you dont stare.
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