Rocky Morningside - These Eyes Cry
Ya making me wonderWhat kinda woman you
Wanna be Wonder Woman
While we nibble a little
On one another under
The blood moon
Fly like a couple of seagulls
Out of sight, In flight
Under the moonlight, gone
We goin' all night long
When we hit the sheets
Sweet cheeks
I'm on nine lives and
I'd be lying if I said
I wasn't feelin' like a lion
You steady cryin'
I'm a shrewd n
Instrumental gentleman
But ya playin' the fiddle
With all that boo-hoo'n
Ruinin' shit really ya fakin'
Milli Vanilli quit belly achin'
Get ready, I'ma buy ya
Wine n spaghetti
Sip French 75's with a
Cigar for starters over conversation
Then I'm tryin' to love on ya
Because lovin' ya would be
Like goin' all in on a bet
I just ain't so sure yet
But you can prove it to me
Just lay it down girl
Whatever whenever and be
Clever with your words
Or like Hans, Chewbacca
I'm flying solo
These eyes
Cry every night, for you
Got my wood
Piling up
Know you cold like Nova Scotia
Lay it down, heat it up
Exploding like a SuperNova
Call me over
Fold you like a lawn chair
Pull your hair
Truth or dare
Rip off that sexy underwear
Put it on you fast, so fast
Lightening on that ass
Crying you love me
Ain't bout that fussy lovey hussy
Wrong, like the weatherman
Blame it on the rain
Cryin' that same ol thing
I take your g-string
Wrap it around your mouth
Throw you on the couch
I ain't no slouch
That's what One Touch is all about
I got that business cookie
I'ma give it to you
Stop sobbin', just start bobbin'
I'm about a bad bitch
A down bitch
A bitch that just don't give a shit
You got, too many issues
It takes a box of tissues
You soakin' up the floor
Got me slippin' in my rain shoes
These eyes
Cry every night, for you
If I'm inclined to say you're a
A mix of mystery and secrecy
And recently flipped a page
On a bad chapter
I'm about what happens after
Sexual healing and laughter
You squall about a neuroanatomy
Of a kiss, don't get pissed
Stop with all that boo-hoo boo
You wanna take it slow I know
Either way gotta go so
Open up the door on ya
Incubator let me murder that
Shit like Rambo, Terminator,
And Cujo, you know kill it
Like I kill it on this condenser
Bringin' heat n cooling
She said like a radiator
I said exactly baby
That's why we kick it cause
You're nerdy, flirty, under 30
And I like the way we get dirty
But all that whinin' got me
Buyin' stock in tissues
Wanting me to miss you
I just wanna kiss you
In places unexplored
I'm expeditious, vicious,
You better be more than delicious
If you thinkin' these eyes gone cry
Written by:
Christopher Hemingway
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