| trigger__vanity ( @ 2004-10-12 15:41:00 |
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain
Come back for more, do it again
I'm on my way, I want to see you
You're in your bedroom with some dancers, I'm beneath you
I come inside, I hear the door slam
You tell me if I really loved you I'd get with them
They make me sick, you make me sicker
Come back for more, do it again
I'm on my way, I want to see you
You're in your bedroom with some dancers, I'm beneath you
I come inside, I hear the door slam
You tell me if I really loved you I'd get with them
They make me sick, you make me sicker