bns

Boy, what you wait being undercorver?
The luck ain't easy anymore
You must give order in you and in your lover
That's not lovecore

Just do it for don't pray for it
All of you are both gamblers
But you are the only talker
And she is the clap of hands

If you feel hungry in the bed
You will ask "why so sad?"
If she smile, she got desire
And if you hear the answer
You need eat fire
You need eat fire

And again, if you not eat the fire
Your girl just need to say "don't mind"
And you and she will be like me
With no good, with no bye