greta

When I was a little girl
a monster lived under my bed
now the only monster I know
lives inside my head
unwanted thoughts of you
haunt me worse
than the goblins used to do
When I'm all out of days
where will I go
heaven or hell
I simply don't know
maybe heaven is the little things we do
a kiss on the cheek
one longing look from you
maybe hell is this desire
threatening my sanity
the grand gestures, the vanity
maybe you're my knight in shiny armour
disguised as baggy clothes and bling
for you I'm prepared to do anything
but most of all I want to sweep you
off your feet, unladylike, I'm sure
But you leave me wanting
more and more and more