Matt Hastings – Letras de Objects Of My Desire

I watch you from across the room...
so sleek and slender,
with spikey hair...
your touch brings chills,
like late January...
your eyes bore into me,
You know I know what you know,
but don't understand...
Or maybe you do, and I don't
I waste my time with obsession,
by Calvin Klien
but that doesn't matter,
all I know is
your touch brings chills like late January,
and your eyes bore into me...