How can I just let you slip away me
Like a fly to a spiders web without any plea
I am the meal you feast upon
The sexual phenomenon you're drawn to
I just wanna hear the truth
This isn't a dispute
I might have what you need
At your feet a plea deal
I might have what you want
That mistaken "I love you"/
In misread fount
I might feel what you got
No, just some poor girl caught up in your plot/
You wanted your one shot
The abrupt stop of hearts in line
The water to wine--
Cant wash away our sins
Skins that slam together
Sweat that driped from your face but altogether
I am the clever aggrossor