Pididle

I know you the best
Maybe this is a test
To see how long I can stay away from you
But really I don't know what to do
One minute you want to be with
The next you've gone away you see
With you there are millions of sparks
You seem to have left all the marks
Sometimes I wish memories didn't exist
For me you're hard to resist
I feel like I need you running oxygen through my blood
Or maybe I feel like I just need your love
But I want your hands on my hips
And your tongue pressing open my lips
No no I can't put myself through that once more
That would definitely classify me as a whore