To Hell
If you are going to hell babby, I am coming with you, I don’t want to miss your smile, When I rise in the morning, I don’t want to miss the taste of your lips, Nothing else in this world can replace it. Soft as butter, red as a cherry, Addictive as wine, Sweet as honey, I surely don’t wanna miss you babby, Even if it means missing heaven, I am going to come with you, I want to feel your nervousness, When I come closer, Your breath getting heavier And see your fail attempt to keep it lower, I want to feel it, If you are going to hell babby, I am coming to get you, I don’t know how you do it, You bring me up when I am down, Your smile strikes my heart as a bolting arm, Sorry can’t let you go alone, After giving you my heart, I am coming back to get some more, You should know one thing, I need no perfume, Cause I have your smell beneath my skin, Everyone thinks it’s a sin. So I guess I am going to hell with you, You are n