That Obsessive Look of Fake Passion
Keep on walking straight,
don't turn back and show
that obsessive look of fake passion;
nobody can own me for the wildest night
and have fun while I think
of that sweet and true woman
who has conquered me long ago;
nothing can impress me, not even a wink!
That obsessive look of fake passion
can only show a bad intention,
I may flirt, but that's as far as I go;
possessing me is not loving me,
I caught the licking of lips, but know
that my sweetness is only offered
to the one, I allow to kiss me...
can this obsession be tolerated?
Keep on walking straight,
make believe I'm invisible
and not really interested in anything;
don't whisper words that are deceiving
I'm faithful and unconquerable...
the one I love owns all I got.
I keep away from women who try
to control me, I'm not a puppet;
you can pull the strings all you want,
I remain completely unaffected by
the crazy effort you put into it...
assuming I can be controlled, but
that obsessive look of fake passion
makes you laugh at your own lie.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2020
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