Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate, Distract me, stop me doing work I hate Just to show him how it feels; I walk past his desk in heels One leg resting on the chair From the side he pulls my hair.
Amy Amy Amy Although I've been here before Amy Amy Amy He's just too hard to ignore Masculine you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well Amy Amy Amy Where's my moral parallel?
It takes me half an hour to write a verse He makes me imagine it from bad to worse My weakness for the other sex Every time his shoulders flex The way the shirt hangs off his back My train of thought spins right off track
His own style, right down to his Diesel jeans Immobile, I can't think by any means Underwear peeks out the top I'll let you know when you should stop From the picture my mind drew I know I'd look good on you
Creative energy abused All my lyrics go unused When I clock black hair blue eyes I drift off I fantasizeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
