No Nothing bad My thoughts are nothing bad But the first time we met They were so damned polite And
No Nothing bad My thoughts are nothing bad But the first time we met They were so damned polite And we got on so damned well That I think I can tell you anything now And I think I earned the right to have thoughts That are less polite So I want to tell you that yes, I want to kiss you But here amongst all these diners In this charming café My thoughts drift more To how you would squirm in that chair If my fingers slipped down and inside you And how your head would throw back And how you might flinch and squeal At a little rough treatment If I were to expose your breasts If I were to twist your nipples -- source link
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