Sunday Mistress Testo

I❝m plotting what ill say to you last night now go lay dawn and pen out your mind. Now concentrate as I squeeze out the juice from the twinkle in her eyes.
It❝s so good, how can I tell her about you?
I reeled you in and kissed the hook, bait-less and pure by the book. My road at a wind eyes locked we❝ll waltz around the clock, parallel to ground.
All hitched rides must end, smile around the bend.
Sunlight rollover to another❝s face.
It❝s so good, how can I tell her I can❝t tell her about you