he was the king of random fancy
he liked to try to put her on a pedestal
just so he could look up her skirt
and she is nobody's girlfriend
dormant desires which are better kept clandestine. he captured her imagination: a brutal vista on the map. she thought she felt her will break
but it was the weather: from a chilling wind to a full-fledged cold snap. we will be lazy with our language
and comfortable with our clothes off;
we will say just what we have in mind. and she's still nobody's girlfriend
dormant desires which are better kept clandestine
the way you want it is just the way it's going to be. that's the way you want it
it's just the way it's going to be
the only version you'll see me
at my worst is either broken up or broken down
broken down. we will be lazy with our language
and comfortable with our clothes off
we will say just what we think. and she's still nobody's girlfriend
dormant desires which are better kept clandestine.