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Back Seat
You speak the language,
That can make my heart stop.
And your body speaks the language,
That makes my jaw drop.
This morning I woke up,
From the most exciting dream.
I was there with you,
And we were in your back seat.
You kissed my neck,
And it sent chills down my back.
I was holding in so many screams
I thought I'd have a heart attack.
I touched you here,
And you touched me there.
I pulled myeslf against you
As my hands pulled your hair.
I put my lips,
Where they've never been before.
I love the way you taste,
This is what I've been waiting for.
With no space between us,
I feel you against me.
I think I'll pass out,
From all this body heat.
I feel you inside me,
I can't take this any longer.
I want you to hold me down,
And show me that you're stronger.
I never wanted to wake up,
From this erotic dream.
Knock me out forever,
So our bodies can meet.
I picked out special clothes,
For you to rip off.
I like it rough and violent,
Not gentle or soft.
Not one day goes by,
I don't think about you.
And the way you make me weak,
And all the things I want to do.
Feel me from the inside,
I welcome your touch.
There's nothing I want more,
Than to feel me against your tongue.
That can make my heart stop.
And your body speaks the language,
That makes my jaw drop.
This morning I woke up,
From the most exciting dream.
I was there with you,
And we were in your back seat.
You kissed my neck,
And it sent chills down my back.
I was holding in so many screams
I thought I'd have a heart attack.
I touched you here,
And you touched me there.
I pulled myeslf against you
As my hands pulled your hair.
I put my lips,
Where they've never been before.
I love the way you taste,
This is what I've been waiting for.
With no space between us,
I feel you against me.
I think I'll pass out,
From all this body heat.
I feel you inside me,
I can't take this any longer.
I want you to hold me down,
And show me that you're stronger.
I never wanted to wake up,
From this erotic dream.
Knock me out forever,
So our bodies can meet.
I picked out special clothes,
For you to rip off.
I like it rough and violent,
Not gentle or soft.
Not one day goes by,
I don't think about you.
And the way you make me weak,
And all the things I want to do.
Feel me from the inside,
I welcome your touch.
There's nothing I want more,
Than to feel me against your tongue.
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