The next morning
I look into those eyes and remember how he caught me
He always leaves early in the morning
It's kind of bittersweet
No he's not mine,
Nor will ever be
But we share a physical connection see?
When he comes bach\k
He lays next to me and I put my hand down there
I knew I wanted another round
I wanted it then and there
We horse around a bit
And then have our fun
'Cause it's nearing the last time