you wrap me up then throw me down,

let me feel and then I tell you no.

it's my fault for letting you go,

but I can't make the feelings flee.

your fingers are warm as they wrap through mine,

twisting around my waist.

you draw me near,

the others all go.

you toss my hair and press against my neck,

bottle cold on my thigh laid bare.

press against me in the thump of clubs,

protect me when the night flows close.

all these hints I try for you,

but it doesn't matter does it?

No, it don't.