I don't know what to call this.
She comes like a flood,
No life jacket...
In my right mind, baby I wouldn't try to swim even if my life depended on it.
So this is the part where I should run for cover.
High blood pressure...
My mind shuts down, hormones take over!
Mouth to mouth,
Only this time take my breath away..
Your liks should just be enough to wipe every negative thought away,
Scratch me... so hard... tattoo your beautiful name on my chest!
(...)
That's before I inevitably go down on you,
Water is volatile...
I'm sinking deep into your art of love making,
Let's get cracking!
A world cup for hope, we are about to kick it!
And it's okay if your game is netball, you can play with these balls.
Pound for pound, like LeBron James...
Putting balls into hoops..
I'm running a tight ship, back to front!
I'll be compensating!!!
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