Orgasm Colson Lin

I write like a demon from a haze of naïveté
Cobbling together stones from the cobalt of life
I’m in a white oxford button-up and clean jeans
I look younger than I am, plus I have no wife

Ah, I’ve spilled ink on my shirt again
How clumsy!
(I’m just a man, a man)
Are you sure it’s better to follow you in there
To your bedroom?

Sure, tell me, ya like suspense or ya like action?
Oh, I’m flexible! It all swings along to your mood
It erected to me easily, to hang such a tall passion
I apologize for every time I came off a bit rude
If you want me
You’ll have to take me bound
(Cream, it rises, it rises, still She rises!)
Said if you want me
You’ll have to take me bound
(Cream, it rises, it rises, still She rises!)
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on baby
Do you hear me?
You have to take me bound