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...
