When i wipe your gla**es off I see you in the reflection on my eyes of your co*k So do you see anything at all or are you too lost in thought The quiet makes me sick i really wish youd f**ing talk I'll make the bed in your one bedroom apartment If you promise to let me fall sleep in it again I'll cook you dinner every night when you come home If you promise to give me head and then claim me as your boyfriend You look good in front of the camera Even with a dirty lens or your legs are all damp or Even with shirt and pants and then even wearing them backwards Even then you're still almost a ten after editing It's nothing really about the way that you look I think it's everything to do with how you look right Into the camera mouth open taking your gla**es off And then taking your pants off and then Smiling and jacking off And then taking the mask off And slowly backing off Grab your tshirt and dry you off I wish you wouldn't take your gla**es off