The Descend

Flirting with you with a sly smile.
If you think you don't care for me,
You're in denial.

Plant a kiss upon your tender lips.
Won't be long before my hands go on your hips.

Trying to act like a bad girl.
I'll give whatever it takes to keep you in my world.
Trying not to fall so fast again.
Can't seem to stop my descend...

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