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I'd rather be
I'm sat, bored, wishing I wasn't here.
Wishing I was sat with you,
Your legs wrapped round my ears.
I'm sat, waiting for the night to begin.
Wishing I was sat with you,
Pushing my fingers in.
I'm sat, so bored, waiting to make a move.
Wishing I was sat with you,
My tongue flickering in your groove.
I'm sat at work, thinking of better things to do.
Truth is, there's not a lot on my mind,
Except doing unspeakable things to you.
Wishing I was sat with you,
Your legs wrapped round my ears.
I'm sat, waiting for the night to begin.
Wishing I was sat with you,
Pushing my fingers in.
I'm sat, so bored, waiting to make a move.
Wishing I was sat with you,
My tongue flickering in your groove.
I'm sat at work, thinking of better things to do.
Truth is, there's not a lot on my mind,
Except doing unspeakable things to you.
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