Quejíos

Gotta damn it, it's already raining,
your eyes rumble and the sky rumbles,
how good you were with open arms awake, you,
no more kisses like a dog, look I told you
be careful, if I open my mouth the demon escapes
that's inside,
and you'll see the mess I'm gonna make, I see your little body and I get happy,
and it takes me to the hayloft to teach me the Ten Commandments,
will try to make me undress, so much better, it's hot in here,
and if not, it will make you cry,
gotta screw it, it's already running,
I just asked if you wanted a verse,
I should have written it on the strips of skin on my body, for you,
and my moans are dying,
I unleash its wings, let them scream to the wind,
it craves a whisper in the ear on this very dark day,
and you'll see the mess I'm gonna make, from being so calm I
look at you and I burst, just need to start barking
to be like a dog, will try to make me stumble
to make me talk and tell it to the sky,
and then set fire to the hayloft,
I'm nothing but what you once saw,
my gray smile, my sad little eyes,
trying to take off from the ground,
all day long hitting it.