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Addicted

Man you've got me addicted and we haven't
even touched. You just stay on my mind way
to much.

Throughout my day I find myself yearning for
us to be body to body. And every thought of
you is really really naughty.

Dreams of us making love center stage so everyone
can see. Because out of everyone in the world you
chose me.

I don't want your love, because I'm sure you give enough 
of that at home. Over my body is where I want your hands
to roam.

Tasting me and savoring every bit of what I can lend.
Bring out my inhibitions and allow my better judgement
to be gone with the wind.

I'm addicted to you boy I can't deny. Scheming and plotting
of how we can be alone so that I may be able to get a slice
of the pie.

Tell me something, Are you suffering from addiction too?
Do you think of ways to make me love you after all the
freaky shit we may do.

Judging by the way you stay on my mind this isn't finished.
I just hope it doesn't go to far because I don't want all of
the fun of love making to vanish.

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