Rose Rush She's New: Every Rose Has its Turn Ons
You had plans to fly away?
Spread me like a slice of toast
Movies and naked chill
I'll try my hardest, boss
Step up your game, boy
Get all up in my face
Not staring, just noticing
Get in here and mess with it
You have to start somewhere
Your throat can handle it
Just looking out for dad
We'll teach you hand by hand