The Temptress
by I Exist· from I: A Turn For The Worse
Woman of higher soil. Hair blowing in the breeze. Sweet smell of lavender. Woman you're my disease. Face down in trouble. Looking to the skies. I know i'll never leave this place. Cause baby you're my demise. I really need to know. What makes me feel so. I really want to say. Baby you know. Woman. You really got me buzzin'.