Well is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? Well then think of what you did, and I hope to God he was worth it, when the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin. I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any girl you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me. I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
