On my wish list
I’m in the middle
No playing the violin of pity
There is no fiddle
So rhythmic
But I’m no riddle
He can’t stayed focused because he’s so chained to my middle
Temptation creeping out
Time to expose him
The ego he built on clout
Disgusted and I haven’t even found out
But what goes up must come down
So I’m close to catching what you’re all about