Not everyone's susceptible to my wiles, I’ve had at least three or ten
But when you fell into my well, I was back at one again
You max out at two chords, but you can play the guitar with one hand
You better stand behind the yellow line. Or you better be typing, man.

A hunger
An ache
A craving
It takes
Control
And floods
My day
With thoughts
Of being
Naughty
Your hands up-
on me
Two sizzling
Bodies
A tender
Longing
So warm and
Lovely
So pained and
Lovely

Sometimes when I think of you my mouth fills up with your name
Savoring the sound of it over and over rolling around my lips and tongue again
I'm so wrapped and enraptured by you I'm still wearing yesterday's skin
Every time I try to get clean you just make me dirty again

A hunger
An ache
A craving
It takes
Control
And floods
My day
With thoughts
Of being
Naughty
Your hands up-
on me
Two sizzling
Bodies
A tender
Longing
So warm and
Lovely
So pained and
Lovely

When does it fade?
You make me want to play games
You have what I want. You are what I want
I’m a frustrated puddle again

You called me by my real name and put me in a different frame
Stepping into reality, leading me with your audacity
We're dancing in a precarious balance
Holding each other up while we lean
And if one should unclasp the grasp of their hands, or suddenly stand,
The other will fall to the ground on their knees

A hunger
An ache
A craving
It takes
Control
And floods
My day
With thoughts
Of being
Naughty
Your hands up-
on me
Two sizzling
Bodies
A tender
Longing
So warm and
Lovely
So pained and
Lovely

A hunger
An ache
A craving
It takes
Control
And floods
My day
With thoughts
Of being
Naughty
Your hands up-
on me
Two sizzling
Bodies
A tender
Longing
So warm and
Lovely
So pained and
Lovely
So warm and lovely
So pained and lovely
So warm and lovely…