My stuff ( poèmes)

I GET AROUND... ( poème par Lexu )

No matter what you do, or what you say
those creepy vivious eyes keeps telling you you must play.

Her eyes with envy and vivid desire
her staring makes your soul feel like you're on fire.

And yet, there's still this excitation
about knowing only you can get her attention.

How can I resist when she's so pretty
Don't give to people what they want and they'll run crazy.

I GET AROUND, I GET AROUND
I'll make you feel like everything is out of control.
I GET AROUND, I GET AROUND
I'll make you feel like all my actions are done on my own.


Je vais ajouter les translations après, quand je serais moins paresseuse.