They say the eyes are the window to the soul
If so mine is of wretchedness
My blue eyes only exist for the screen
All the bodies I have seen
Give me chills, gets me hard
And most of all works out my
Right arm
The pictures that curve my back and buck my hips
After I'm all done I feel like shit
The artwork that makes my temperature rise
Their gorgeous curves gloss over my
My eyes
The breasts, the curves, the gorgeous eyes
Whenever the mood strikes I only want more
There's only one place I go to feel like this
It's worth undressing and unloading for
This feeling of utter bliss
The breasts, the curves, the gorgeous eyes
Ugh
Yeah
Ugh
Oh my god