Is it still me that makes you sweat, am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim, and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your clothes?
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any girl you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me.
Boy, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
No no no, you know it will always just be me
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