Red on my lips, staining your soul white shirt, my possessive kiss, that becomes shy as the night goes by. I am fascinated by the denim of your dungarees, a dangerous demon lives within me, and she sees your blue eyes, colliding with me, as the bathroom spins, I sink more drinks, I want you…

Sweetheart, tie your hair up high, make your lips as red, as the blood that keeps you with me, and let’s dance, in the living room, we work all day to pay for. Sweetheart, seeing the way, you sway, into my arms, is the only thing that keeps me with you, let’s live, in the…