the way you make me feel
When we are alone, magic happens.
The smell so sweet, I can invision it in my hands.
The way the steam olls off of him mkaes me want him.
I love the gentle taste in the morning.
My lips against his buns I cant hold back.
With every bite its like you melt in my mouth.
I dream about you from time to time,and lets be honest I cant have you alone I need some fries on the side.
We both know your no good for me, but I cant let you go.
Oh Cheeseburger! Oh Cheeseburger!
I just thought I`d let you know.
that you have me hooked and this is not a show.
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