I don’t like to fall
But there’s something in your eyes
That’s pulling on me
I don’t like to fall
But there’s something in your eyes
That’s pulling on me
Sexy Kentucky
Lover hanging at the bar
You are just a dream
A Christmas story
Filled with mistletoes and games
Only lovers play
Two beings trapped on
An island of butterflies
Singing sad love songs
I remember when
I would dance alone with you
On my mind all night
Almond milk kisses
On a matcha latte noon
With a side of toast
I have a secret
Lover who I can call on
To clean my dishes
Can’t keep my hands off
Your body of a goddess
When our breath turns gold
You’re my love rocket
A passion so colossal
The sky exploded
Love is a sweet bitch
I like to call my sweetheart
Until she breaks me