Deliciousness and Viciousness
Deliciousness and viciousness all rolled up into one.
Decisiveness and righteousness and the fire of the sun.
Im speaking of a vixen, vile hot and strong.
I must be in trouble now for Im fixed into her song.
Indecisive on her feelings she reels me in where I belong.
So intrusive and inclusive she is ticking like a bomb.
I am a tempter for adventure and she wants to play along.
She grasps me with a gaze and pulls me in the fog.
I know Im in trouble now because I cant see where she is.
Could she be the sweetest thing or is she going for the sting.
Her eyes are sharp and deadly and her laugh is soft and heavy.
And Im surely satisfied when she finally says shes ready.
But the sad structure of the story is bloody bruised and gory.
And the sad fact of the matter is she leaves me in the morning.
Familiar am I with power pain and beauty.
And of course I have taking courses in surgery and solitude.
And if you want to talk sales well I am selling like a prostitute.
Ive seen several scenic sides of infatuation in my time.
Love potions vast like oceans and been crushed by all their tides.
And exactly like a river I quiver back and fourth,
As slivers of my dignity delve for the floor.
As slivers of my dignity just die in this war.
As sliver of my dignity just want a little more.
Im feeling like a masochist wishing for a kiss,
But maybe Im a man and its just the movement of her hips.
But honestly Im petrified of feeling like a bitch.
For this vixen that Im speaking of could easily hit the switch.
She vicious and delicious and Im tempted for a taste.
She serious and silly and Im tempted for the chase.
She vicious and delicious and Im tempted in her space,
to take the pain of chance and grab her by the face.
Deliciousness and viciousness all rolled up into one.
Decisiveness and righteousness and the fire of the sun.
Im speaking of a vixen, vile hot and strong.
I must be in trouble now for Im fixed into her song.
Indecisive on her feelings she reels me in where I belong.
So intrusive and inclusive she is ticking like a bomb.
I am a tempter for adventure and she wants to play along.
She grasps me with a gaze and pulls me in the fog.
I know Im in trouble now because I cant see where she is.
Could she be the sweetest thing or is she going for the sting.
Her eyes are sharp and deadly and her laugh is soft and heavy.
And Im surely satisfied when she finally says shes ready.
But the sad structure of the story is bloody bruised and gory.
And the sad fact of the matter is she leaves me in the morning.
Familiar am I with power pain and beauty.
And of course I have taking courses in surgery and solitude.
And if you want to talk sales well I am selling like a prostitute.
Ive seen several scenic sides of infatuation in my time.
Love potions vast like oceans and been crushed by all their tides.
And exactly like a river I quiver back and fourth,
As slivers of my dignity delve for the floor.
As slivers of my dignity just die in this war.
As sliver of my dignity just want a little more.
Im feeling like a masochist wishing for a kiss,
But maybe Im a man and its just the movement of her hips.
But honestly Im petrified of feeling like a bitch.
For this vixen that Im speaking of could easily hit the switch.
She vicious and delicious and Im tempted for a taste.
She serious and silly and Im tempted for the chase.
She vicious and delicious and Im tempted in her space,
to take the pain of chance and grab her by the face.