Clothes are left scattered about
Speaking really has no clout
When all that you want is to be tangled in his love.
Honest words are worthless at times
Beer is better with lots of limes
I’ll leave that one with you to think about for a while.
Integrity is lost to interpretation
The concept of love requires concentration
When all that is left is to touch someone in their soul.
I’ll wear some leather, maybe some lace
Put myself right up in your face
Then ask you what you intend to do with me now.
Not one to question intention
Loving myself a little tension
If you can dish it out, I certainly can take it.
Boys have this all so wrong
You are really supposed to come on strong
Or women like me tend to lose interest.
The second you show me I can live without you
Is the one second you will regret everything you do
Or move on to someone a little easier to get.