The Things I Feel

My waist is washed over with weakness It's unreal the things I feel The things I feel Weakness coddles my face It's wasted on a man without the taste My waist is washed over with weakness It's unreal the things I feel I don't want these thoughts to die Nor the sadness to subside It's a desire I can't deny It certainly is such a sad state of mind To offer him something he doesn't dare find My posture is perfect when you're present My waist is washed over with weakness I wonder if you wonder what I wish It's unreal the things I feel My posture is perfect when you're present I wonder if you wonder what I wish My Posture is perfect when you're present My waist is washed over with weakness I wonder if you wonder what I wish It's unreal the things I feel