I Know You

I Know You

I know you where and when.

Your brash and hands on.

Meanwhile what it feel like?

With the music and the lights.

She look like she should be one.

As the music keep on.

Feed the need to feed on.

Happens I’m marked from jump.

Suppose she suppose

I’m not alone.

Like she entitle

I’m her bone.

What it feel like

with the mood and the hype.

The fight or flight.

The when and where and times.

Hands on.

Your hands they press your

close to the vest. 

Some wicked she endure 

and keep her virgin. G©