All Fours from Tolerance by FIGHTMASTER

Let me chase you around the house
Let me put every part of you inside of my mouth
Let me pick you up and hold you down
Let me do what you like, I’ve been waiting all day
Penny for your thoughts
All of mine are filthy
Baby, I’m in some type of way
Sitting on my hands
Until you’re ready to deploy me
Let me help you strip it away
It’s the nighttime, baby
I’m all yours
You can get it how you want it, on the bottom on the top
On two feet or all fours
Any way you roll dice I’m all yours
Let me pick the shoes that go with that slip
Let me be the rhythm that keeps moving your hips
I’ve got a pack of cold something and it’s yours if you want it
Just let me hunt you, catch you and love you
Clear your schedule, make some time
Lock the doors, close the blinds
On the couch or in the car
In the bed or at the bar
I’ve got a one track mind, it’s the finishing kind
It’s the nighttime, baby
I’m all yours
You can get it how you want it, on the bottom on the top
On two feet or all fours
Let me be bad but never be mean
Let me covet like a sin the skin inside your jeans
Let me tell you how I want it and then let you decide
If you’re playing hard to get or if it’s my lucky night
Any way I roll the dice
You’re all mine

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