My pussy is power and that scares you, but I won’t apologize for it.
Show me sweet. Show me crazy. Show me you.
You make me believe in good again, the kind of good a kid feels on Christmas day.
You were my personal cranberry vodka; I didn’t know how tipsy I could get until I had too much of you.
It’s me opening the legs of my soul and hoping you’ll make love, not f*ck me over.