Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate, Distract me, stop me doing work I hate Just to him how it feels; I walk past his desk in heels One leg resting on the chair From the he pulls my hair.
Amy Amy Amy Although I've been here before Amy Amy Amy He's just to hard to ignore Masculine you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well Amy Amy Where's my moral parallel
It takes me, half an hour to write a verse He makes me imagine it from bad worse My weakness from the other sex Every time his shoulders flex The way the hangs off his back My train of thought spins right off track
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His own style, right down to his jeans Immobile, I can't think by any means Underwear peeks the top I'll let you know where you should stop From the picture mind drew I know I'd look good on you
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Creative energy abused All my lyrics go When I clock black hair blue eyes I drift off I fantasize