I kiss his fingertips as I'm wishing he's all mine
He's giving me Elvis with some James Dean in his eyes
Puts his lips on my neck, makes me want to give him my body
These type of songs are where Ariallah is at her best.
as i'm laying on your chest
i'll be out here thinkin about it, boy, it's just a guess
but something just keeps telling me i'm better than the rest
and i ain't tryna rush you, but goddamn, I'm a mess
call me when Ariola makes one of the best albums of the year like Ultraviolence 
