WdoWa: Wierna Suka

I don't know if it is my style
I don't know if it is my smile
He doesn't want other than me
It's half past seven, he rings from morning
From the moment I broke up with him ( tragedy )
I want get on my knees . He can't sleep
And he always gets pissed of , when i drop the phone
He knows his price , Papi is hard
Later in bedroom , I only get beat up
I love when he looks but he doesn't make confections
He hold my hand like a real man
And I like small girl I will surrender politely
When he calls me , I will come , when he tells me to leave i would leave
His hands makes my body shiver
His tongue makes my moan
I allow him to do with my body everything
I want to be his wife I want to be his bitch
His smell gives me fever
For his body I would have been abused
His word and I'm on my knees
I'm loyal bitch to my lord
I know it's this style
I know it's this smile
Whicg doesn't allow me to say " let's leave"
It's half past nine , next day in the morning
But don't ask me how I slept ( goodnight )
I lost my identity like hungry for merchandise
Other girl next to him
Makes me pissed of
It's white fever and I begin to lost myself
He has cure in his eyes , which feeds my mind
He doesn't answer my calls , sometimes out of reach
But I know that just to make me think about him more
And I fake pretension , I cry ,I scream
But I know he has my number
First on his list
And only I slept in his arms
I was made for him
Only him calls me lover
It's my area under his clothes
It's my name on his arm
And only with me on the backseat
My nails on his back
And I would be mother of his child