Instincts

I don't know if there's a way To make this feeling go away quietly Could be fate or destiny The predator inside of me prowling Cause you say all the right things Behave politely Could be the death of me Your vocab is enticing Cologne smells nice, oh Give me a reason to leave I try to take hold of my instincts But you always know what gets me Could be yes, or maybe no But do you think that love could come easily I don't think that people take the time To speak too much these days But then you spoke to me And you said all the right things Behaved politely Could be the death of me Your vocab was enticing Cologne smelled nice, and I found no reason to leave I tried to take hold of my instincts But you always know what gets me Time changes Love's kind of strange It holds no concern My mind wasn't there Yet somehow you stare and I'm lost Lost for words You say all the right things Behave politely Could be the death of me Your vocab is enticing Cologne smells nice, oh Give me a reason to leave I try to take hold of my instincts But you always know what gets me