If This Story Has to Have a Villain, It Might As Well Be You

Girl you are errotic
Exotic and yes
A bitch with the best
Oh, girl, you are a saint
Taint by my touch
Tainted by my touch

Dirty things they crawl all around
Along the dirty floor
Clean things they scamper abound
Along these narrow streets

Oh,
Touch, touch
Fingers and lips
This is the extent.
Rush, rush
Let us fall in
To this, our arrangement
That we neither did plan.

Girl you are an example
Of all that I treasure
Of all the lust for
And girl, you are a giant
Ego so large
It might swallow us whole.

And I am one of a dozen
Worthless yes, without the rest.
Dirty things they crawl all around
Along the dirty floor
Clean things they scamper abound
Along these narrow streets

Oh,
Touch, touch
Fingers and lips
This is the extent.
Rush, rush
Let us fall in
To this, our arrangement
That we neither did plan.

Did it make for a story?
Was it worth it in the end?
Was it enough to tip the scale,
In your favor?
What once was broken, did you mend?

Touch, touch
Fingers and lips
This is the extent.
Rush, rush
Let us fall in
To this, our arrangement
That we neither did plan.