When our heads touched
I had enough
I want to pull your hair
and do nasty stuff
When I taste your lips
it's all but certain
it's payoff time
for all that flirtin'
It's not just lust
my heart is racing
each kiss makes it hard
to face you
I always want
what's out of reach
I've had a taste
now I want the peach
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