Strokes of lust
Massaje's in one ear
Whispered by an ex
I should've never gone back
Some folks never change
Why lean forward
This move was forbidden

I figured the ego strokes was enough
I knew I had the right stuff
The kaboom and the kabang

Looking back I was to deranged
Stuck on hollow points
The bullets that never missed

This is just a Lovers Complaint

We were both wrong
We fell back into charm
There was nothing more
To hang on to

No depth
Some people never change.

Native American
Icehawks