Come Collect

I wanna know when you’re mine

Son of a gun are you shooting in time

Why do you wear so much red

It made a mess when we kissed on my bed

Another round for the girl

Who knows my weakness who knows how to twirl

Enough to get her undressed

I ride your senses and you ride my chest

Around my neck there’s a rope

Sometimes you pull it and I start to choke

Is it a test for the girl

Who knows what it takes to be in your world

So if you want, come collect