IRC-Galleria

Keep your hands to yourself,
These lips belong to someone else.
And I you know that you, will never get on it.
Keep your lies to yourself,
Every lie, you heard from someone else,
And you know that you will never get with it.
Well I sussed you good.
You knew I would.

Oh haven't you heard?
just another mark on my shirt?
Another night and another girl?
Well I taste so good,
But you knew I would.

So who's keeping score?
And who is a whore?
With you by my side
That look your eye
I hope you'd know.
Go home and wash your jeans,
'Cause there's dirt on the knees,
Your jealously doesn't sit well with me.
You love, I love you too,
Below the waist I'll start charging you,
'Cause that's just how the players play the game.
My winning streak, is missing you.

So who's keeping score?
And who is a whore?
With you by my side
That look your eye
I hope you'd know.

So who's keeping score?
And who is a whore?
With you by my side,
That look your eye,
I hope you'd know.

And you hope.

Save it for,
Save it for the bedroom.