I'm accustomed to the fast life.
I'm a handful.
She's keeping up like I'm a Kardashian fam.
She holds all the gauges
like a cars dashboard, damn.
I want her so much I
can not tell a need from a want.
She enchants like a mermaid -
you better miss me with there's
plenty fish in the C.
I want to skip the A's and B's
and give her the D. I fantasize
about her groaning out the vowels.
She is not the girl of my dreams,
she is the girl of my reality.
She is my guilty pleasure,