Them old crap

Whisper help

Them old crap
I have flames in my eyes
I have devil in my touch
When I talk to you
The whispers tell me what to do, to sin

I give you cold, no butterflies
I give desire, without lies
Confuse your mind
And I make you blind

Whisper help

I felt your fire, burning me
You hold your breath
Because you can't
'Cause you just
Won’t kiss me but I see

Intentional acts
Innocently masked
I like the fact
That I'm in this trap
But you just look
This place you cannot go, you crook

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