|
I want to be the girl who makes it under your skin |
|
So you can't sleep |
|
I want to be the one who makes your body stiff |
|
And your conscience weak |
|
You're gonna leave your senses and your confidences |
|
I want you to be my two in the morning desperation call |
|
I want you to shout my name without warning |
|
When the phone rings at two in the morning |
|
I want you to see my body naked touching you in every dream |
|
So when I tie you up and then go down, you might not scream |
|
I wanna be crazy and not care about what people say |
|
Nobody has to know that I want you to be my slave |
|
I want you to be my two in the morning desperation call |
|
I want you to shout my name without warning |
|
When the phone rings at two in the morning |
|
Don't go to sleep, I just might call |
|
To throw you up against the wall |
|
I want to be the girl who smiles standing by her man |
|
But secretly I want you kneeling when I raise my hand |
|
I wanna be pink and flowers every hour of the day |
|
And when the nighttime comes, I wanna change the role |
|
And you leave your senses and your confidences |
|
I want you to be my two in the morning desperation call |
|
I want you to shout my name without warning |
|
When the phone rings at two in the morning |
