Hypothetical
Fuck
I've got there hands to hold youThis mouth will chew and swellLike butterflies inside youPerfuming what you sell
I know that I'm reachingThat churning, burning heartI see the sweat is beadingFrom what I peel apart
Oh, you don't knowWhat I'm gonna do to youSo hypotheticalSo hypothetical
FuckHypotheticalLet's fuckSo hypothetical
You've got the hands to be tiedSlip out from skin so coldI've got the folds to be blindLet's see what you like most
I cannot break the feverThe pounding of your soulMy little love receiverYou make me lose control
Oh, you don't knowWhat I'm gonna do to youSo hypotheticalSo hypothetical
FuckHypotheticalLet's fuckSo hypothetical