Attractions

Her troubles and her problems Her troubles and her Her troubles and her problems Her troubles and her There's couple ways to solve 'em There's couple of 'em There's dozen of 'em common But bitches ain't one She barely fits her clothes She's living by no codes I met her on the phone The sheets is where we go I clap for all my strokes She wrapped me like a She wrapped me like a pole She has me by the soul She stuck some lights onto her walls but darkness creeps in lows The circles hanging on her walls are guiding her to home On her then she on me and a few more smoother poses Poses, poses Her troubles and her problems Her troubles and her Her troubles and her problems Her troubles and her There's couple ways to solve 'em There's couple of 'em There's dozen of 'em common But bitches ain't one Glamour She's amorous She's lucid in her mandate Under her umbrella, she a good girl getting badder I showed some fucking manners, she sent poses from her cameras She drew me like a canvas, I think this ain't propaganda I'm falling every second, I'm falling every Was running every second, was running from it I'm falling every second, I'm falling every Was running every second, was running from it