He is the dweller of secret bedrooms
And the choreographer of dirty dances.
My body pressed against him.
He's far from perfect but he moves me,
and I love his arrogance.
My appearance is deceptively childish.
I'm waiting for the bed brawl.
I will be wet and hot in this fight.
Maintaining my innocence... lost.
We need this bittersweet love,
We are perverts, everything is distorted.
And you take me hard... push me.
When I accidentally inhale.
And a whisper in your ear:
-Come on, come on...
Hand on the neck... Mister.
-"You cheated, bitch?!"
Yes, with whom!? After all,
you are the only one.
But you ground me to my room.
Holding me tight on the bed.
While I call your name...
Daddy issues and I need discipline.