Miss A

I grew up, and found a new love
Miss A were her name
I'm certain that most of you know her
At least dated her more than once

She makes me feel like a god
The way she taste when I kiss her neck
I feel her, she feels me every weekend
And I feel her... her sweet, gentle touch

Burning the day after
She makes me sick
But I can't resist her
She's inside me

The next week
We're at it again
Tumbling like two lion cubs playing
She's playing with my mind, tricking me into her
Into her web, escaping from my wolrd into hers
Just making me better for atleast a second
Then she's breaking in down

Miss A.
still love you, but I don't want to..