fassy lust

☆I dig my fingertips into your back,
Till the pictures break and the floorboards crack,
Oh, my tongue is a silver key,
Swimmin’ deep in a sinner’s sea,
Come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on,

Lay me down on sheets of cotton, whoa, whoa,
You make me feel like I could fly, whoa, whoa,
Headlights on the bedpost, we ain’t stoppin’, no, no ☆