Every day gets worse,
Locked in my mind my thoughts perverse
You must wonder why I look at you that way
Tonight I'll make my way into your house
I must; I'm lusting for your body
Skin looks tight, think I just might have
To take a bite, but I know one will turn
To three or four or more, my little whore
from me to myself
thankyou
ill never be sane , ill follow you home