I only feel sorry for what I do if it doesn’t work on you
I only want to retrace my steps if I lose you along the way
I’m only dazed or confused when you refuse my love
I see your lips poke out when you look my way
I never stop undressing you in my mind, boy
I remove your clothes, your worries, other long term ties
I’d be foolish to let you ever get away, sir
So what are you getting up to later on today?
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 