Infidelity
I say that I'm in love with your jawline
I tell those cheekbones they're special
But at night I catch myself thinking about those eyes.
Those eyes
Those eyes
Those beautiful eyes.
I could swear to any part of you that I love it, my heart doesn't lie.
Would your shoulders turn cold towards me if only they knew
Would your lips and breasts refuse my kisses if they somehow found out that I was untrue
The prospect turns me blue
Like a tube of Elmers glue
But those eyes are the reason why I'm so stuck on you
Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2017
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