Must have been the heat that stole my judgment he wasn't five feet away a little harmless summer indiscretion 'til it turned out you felt the same
and it's really a clever illusion a sleight of hand that carries me right back into your clawless fantasies come on baby we don't owe
him nothing well tonight
it's follow-through time or quit taunting me come on
over let's see 3 weeks of artful implying got teeth
the night you described all the ways your fingers would find me if you hadn't known him all your life but a slide of hand that's slipping me
a sophistry was becoming a waning amusement 'til one slight nudge carried me game on find me follow through now or let it be.
