sorry for the pause, writing something:
where is the pretty face you put on for show i think you're hiding that saving grace for no good reason for later i'd hate you more if i didn't watch your every move and i will watch you put on anything you do where is that whimsied smile that you've had for years i heard all about it keeping away your fears i'd like a chance to see what those lips have wrought i think you'd owe me that if you just thought about it and i will watch you do anything you choose and i will wait for you to make your move will it ever come