When I close my eyes, I feel your skin.
Back into my mind, you're back again.
Crawling down my spine, your finger tips.
I hate that I do, hate that I do, I'm getting visions of you.
Alone in my bed, I can smell the perfume.
Get out of my head.
These visions of you, it's all I can see.
Tell me the truth, are you thinking of me?
I'm getting brazzers

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