I stare too much at your curves when you're not looking
My timing is off but it doesn't seem like you've noticed
While enjoying your exit or welcoming your presence
The glare on my glasses gives me a slight edge
Let me apologize for staring...
I fantasize about your thighs
Wrapping them or me up in them, waist or cheek
Slowly stripping down to almost nothing
Yet I'm thinking, "ain't that something..."
Let me apologize for staring...
Flirting or actually being nice to me
Makes my appetite grow for your fruit toppings
Not seeing too many obstacles or options
So my dreams stay alive as my eyes feed my imagination
Let me apologize for staring...
