KISS CHASE - Havelock, Connie Constance

I’m your straight-shooting stud, your lover

We keep nipped in the bud, in the covers

I love the way you never stay, to be honest babe

Don’t complicate our little phase or the love we’re making

We kiss, no chase

I love the way you taste

We fuck through the day

I hate the mess we make

Crimson blush on the cusp of shaking

Hidden deep in the love we’re making

I can’t forsake your pretty face

And your good manners, babe

I won’t mistake the lust we embrace, an old fallacy

That would be a tragedy (yeah, yeah)

We kiss, no chase

I love the way you taste

We fuck through the day

I hate the mess we make

You know I’ll always be there

You know I’ll always be there

You know I’ll always be there

Even if things go south

You know I’ll always be there

You know I’ll always be there

You know I’ll always be there

Even if things go south

We kiss, no chase

I love the way you taste

We fuck through the day

I hate the mess we make

We kiss, no chase

I love the way you taste

We fuck through the day

I hate the mess we make