in•search•of•being

I’m not gonna come over and meet your mom and dad

They know that I was bad

I don’t want to meet your friends

Oh, just pretend I like you

I don’t want to talk about what happened

On your favorite TV show

I just want to get you close enough

So I can take off all your clothes

I don’t want to make you cry or break your heart

Girl, we don’t have the time

I’m just thinking of three hours or more

So I can have my wicked way with you