Baasch - Black Poetry lyrics

I move my hips to your sudden drifts Naked skin became leather In the name of poetry I have made us happen What have I done to you? What have I done? I made you the substitute of what I used to have What have I done to you? What have I done? I made you the substitute Enough of yesterday for tonight Judge me all about you Now it's indecently sensual Relocated and captured What have I done to you? What have I done? I made you the substitute of what I used to have What have I done to you? What have I done? I made you the substitute I couldn't see what I've had