6 September 2012
Hands from behind Glance at my waist Pick me up Put my heart in a race
Breath taken As I'm set back down Why flirt with me? I wear no golden crown
I've got no place Someone else is mine I'm happy to be his No matter what time
Yet you still flirt Give a wink and a smile But I wish it from my lover Over 6,000 miles
Why do you continue With your caring gestures I'm in a different world No reason for your lures
Don't try I shan't be tempted Although you don't seem Extremely demented
I wish to be his Not yours No matter how hard you try I refuse to open that door
The door of Temptation Leading down to My hearts mutilation
The Door • Opuss № I