catch me looking at you
your tits, ass and that smile
nothing to say for my defence
not gonna tell you any lies
but it doesn't mean
that i think you as a fuck machine
it means you're beautiful
and i just can't help it

the forbidden
(not the best word, but it rhymes with our libido -
hidden i mean, and that's...)
will always be there
your taste i can only imagine
and that's the point
but no matter how sweet the kiss
it doesn't compare to my girl

i know it may hurt
you live with it every second
in a twisted fucking cage
and how we see eachother
take a look into my eyes
not gonna tell you any lies
i'd like to look at you one more time
(but if you ask me those push-ups make
everything looke the same)