She Thinks My Tractor Beam Is Sexy

I remember sinking into the couch Your parents could hear me beg and plead Please dear god don't leave You aren't even 18, can't control the mistakes you're making Can't Can't control the mistakes you're making Don't leave my side, you know I can't deal with the Fangs of the sentence (The catholic girl with body paint) The catholic girl with body paint 4 years I wait and whine With see you again as the tag line Here's to hoping