You're so tempting.

You're a cotton dress type of girl.

Long haired and pretty; curiosity lingers.

Touch you from a distance, pierce you with my stare,

but my mouth says it all. Or at least that's what you say.

You're a magnet to my hands. You pull me in, you know that you pull me in.

So take me while i'm here, 'cause EVERYTHING IS PRECIOUS and my hands don't lie. You know that they don't lie.

And now all blame is on you; yes, temptation won the fight.
All because curiosity lingers my lips.