There is nothing

Sure you know I’m a strange kinda woman.
So sometimes I can not help but wonder:
Does this boy know what he is asking for?

You believe to know me, but you don’t half
of all the things I truly I am hiding,
of what I – perhaps may keep in store.

But then there is nothing
that gets me more
than when
that smirk is playing on your lips

You make me feel wanted, so please don’t stop
showing me some part of your affection,
my battered soul seems to be thriving on.

But then there is nothing
that gets me more
than when
that smirk is playing on your lips

Maybe I can trust you with my secrets,
all the dark ones and the unexpected?
But then I fear you might be gone for good.

But then there is nothing
that gets me more
than when
that smirk is playing on your lips

But then there is nothing
that gets me more
than when
that smirk is playing on your lips