I am nauseous and tired of waiting and debating over you. I
know you want it too. Sweat is dripping, beat is rising, and I am tripping like
I have the flu. My friends say you are untouchable, am I invisible to you?
Catch my eye I know you know I want you too.
You are a precarious mix, but you balance out my fix, you make
me slow down. Too much of you feels like cotton candy. To the untrained eye you
got me, isn’t that handy! It’s hard to keep my feet on the ground I can no
longer avoid the pressure. You have a thing for me I have a thing for you. Now
that we have this moment what are we going to do? No longer feel the
tension, release the pressure, while we lay it down… right on cue. [Ellie Strange]