Fetiche

I swear I'm not
Exaggerating, but
I'm about to lose my mind
The longing's got me on edge
And you know what it's like to be

Far from the taste of your kiss
My chin far from your chin
It's torture

When you leave me waiting
On the living room couch
My mouth goes dry
And the desire speaks
And it speaks so loud
Echoing in the bedroom

And any noise
This fool here thinks
It's your car at the door

Uh, you torture me, I like it
If you deny me fire
I want so much more
Cowardice, bullshit
What you do

Uh, you like to test my body
Leave me in a bind
Admit it
My agony is your fetish
Eiê eiê
Eiê eiê eíê eiê eiê eiê eiê eiê

When you leave me waiting
On the living room couch
My mouth goes dry
And the desire speaks
And it speaks so loud
Echoing in the bedroom

And any noise
This fool here thinks
It's your car at the door

Uh, you torture me, I like it
If you deny me fire
I want so much more
Cowardice, bullshit
What you do

Uh, you like to test my body
Leave me in a bind
Admit it
My agony is your fetish
Eiê eiê
Eiê eiê eíê eiê eiê eiê eiê eiê