It can be such a funny thing, why is it so much changes when I try and lean in?
I felt heavy with thick skin, until you pulled away and I couldn’t stand against the wind.
So much happens when I lean in,
and when I see you falling towards
I wasn’t caught up by your lips
So I kept leaning till I was leaning through the floor...
Babe I can’t just be your friend.
Can’t be your friend, want you in my hands,
can’t be your friend, I can’t just be your friend, oh nooooooooooooooo
Baby don’t move, can I ask you this? What’s the point of love if we haven’t ever even kissed
I’m not saying that’s all that there is, but you taste so good like peaches wet in my mustache
You pulled away and I’m through the floor,
I think I’m on my way
To burn in the fires of wanting more,
It’s hot down here, but look at you, can I be to blame?
Babe I can’t just be your friend.
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