La cancion se llama deep thoghts
My right hand is squeezing at private my parts again
My left hand with a pen
I try to keep my thoughts in line
But why pretend?
You're only a friend
Well I call you a friend
We share a lot of deep thoughts
Conversations must, penetrate her mind
Activate its lust, but
Are you as sick as me?
Are you as fucked as me?
And for my and final 3rd question
Can you swallow me whole?
How deep can you go?
I'm a little obsessed
And I just wanna make a fucking mess with you
My right foot is itching to return to the aftermath
Left foot still in place
Yeah, I love the act, and how you react
But I hate the look on your face when I say:
We're only just friends
Well I call you a friend
We share a lot of deep thoughts
Conversations must, penetrate her mind
Activate its lust, but
Are you as sick as me?
Are you as fucked as me?
And for my and final 3rd question
Can you swallow me whole?
How deep can you go?
I'm a little obsessed
And I just wanna make a fucking mess with you
Some days she says its fine
Some days it feels like heaven
As her spirits soaring towards the sky
My face is buried in her thighs
Somedays she thinks I'm 9
Somedays she thinks I'm 7
Yeah, I'm rarely ever 10
And I never 11
Can you swallow me whole?
How deep can you go?
I'm a little obsessed
And I just wanna make a fucking mess with you
Can you swallow me whole?
How deep can you go?
I'm a little obsessed
And I just wanna make a fucking mess with you