Kazaky - Pulse


...he wants you
he took you
you let him
I know

he kissed you
you kissed him
you liked it
I know

mix pleasure
with paper
get nothing
but money
like honey
all over
your body
you lay

I walk off
without you
I'm hopeful
I show
a smile
a fragrance
a blossom
I grow

he took you
you let him
you liked it
I know...