clueless

I see your face and ask you if you're fine, you say you are but then you got a bottle of wine. you said that you stopped drinking, but that just gets me thinking, you look at me without blinking, that only gets me speaking. you think you're free from me, let me ask, sir what is your plee. I think you got depression, or maybe I caught you cheaten, anyway it gets me thinking, why the hell have you been drinking.

do you think you can lie to my face, this ain't no familiar place, I got you out in the open, I came out here just to say. where do you think you going with that bottle of Rose, do you think you're so cool with all these little holes. bitch if it's one thing that you should learn, don't fuck with a woman and blame the sperm