bernard trigger

you're wasting your time, she says only the lonely people in my life saw me lost in the moment, and down on my knees as i beg and i plead, for some time in your sheets so i can get what i need, oh yeah, straight struck by her figure, plot worsen shower curtain as she pulls bernard's trigger, and i hope and i pray, that it's going to fit her, but with marlboro lips how the fuck am i gonna quit her, oh yeah, but late in the night, i'm wondering like who are you?, are you, baby, the thorn in my side, or just my type?, i know it's wrong but i still want this, bad love, too much, your touch, my lonely heart can't get enough, oh, she, she sit there making fun of my tendency to fumble buttons, frequency of quickly coming, to make me feel like i'm yours, and me, i push my friends against the fence, she on the hunt for finger prints, or circumstantial evidence, the things i'll do just to score, but late in the night, i'm wondering like who are you?, are you, baby, the thorn in my side, or just my type?, i know it's wrong but i still want this, bad love, too much, your touch, my lonely heart can't get enough, speaking sweet sins, wet wick, calling my bluffs, like text and sex; i feel the same, talking homicidal thoughts and growing pains