Bettie Serveert - Lover I Don't Have To Love
I picked you out
Of a crowd, and talked to you.
I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks. Can I follow you?"
Now it's up the stairs
And out of view, no prying eyes.
I poured some wine. I asked your name, you asked the time.
Well it's two o'clock.
The club is closed and we're up the block.
Your hands on me.
I'm pressing hard against your jeans. ...