Love, make me feel your
Touch, know it’s real I
Can’t, get enough of
Give, me all your
Give me your
we could’ve met in third grade
Seen you playball with my brothers mates, can’t say I knew it then
High school was too late, you were older, never even saw my face
or did you play pretend
finally at fifteen, my brother introduced me, I remember your red eyes, telling me you didn’t mind my company
so, I wish I could’ve stayed
but the age gap pushed me away
only just to find you 5 years later and realize it’s
Love, make me feel your
Touch, know it’s real I
Can’t, get enough of
Give, me all your
Give me your
(gimme gimme, gimme gimme all your love) give me all your love
