The things I would do to be with you,
are nothing compared to the things I would do to you.

Like throw you against the wall,
and expose every bit of your flesh,
so smooth and fresh,
bringing the death of my sanity.
There'll be no vanity as I taste every inch
of your skin lustfully,
My tongue dripping with sin,
skillfully
tracing your body,
Not even Gotti could murder you
the way I desire to,
as I bury my head
in your legs,
lickin' the alphabet,
make you so wet,
not even Niagara has this much water fall,
and I answer the call,
using my fingers to tease you,
please you,
send you to seizures,
make you cum on my tongue so hard you see white.
That's the light of the fight and the fire,
created by desire to do real bad things to you,
which is nothing compared to my desire to be with you.