shimmy shimmy the skirt off my hips.
this is the beat, two simple steps.
in. out.
squish. squish.
repeat.
think you can handle it?
you break it-
you bought it (dinner).
don't be an imbecile,
it turns me off and we both know how badly
you want me on
top.
let's not make it anything it's not.
you're naked, and strange.
i'm unclothed and waiting.
we slam our bodies together,
hoping that maybe it will cause a reaction
but you did not set up the
experiment correctly.
fucked up the hypothesis.
all in all,
i think i prefer myself as i am
to the sex bomb
you make me.
exploding is difficult when the fuse isn't lit.
shimmy shimmy the skirt off my hips. |