Bettie Serveert - Lover I Don't Have To Love
Bettie Serveert - Lover I Don't Have to Love I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you. Said I liked your shoes, You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs, And out of view. No prying eyes. I poured some wine. I asked your name; You asked the time. Now it's two o'clock. The club is closed, We are up the block. Your hands are on me, Pressing hard against your jeans, Your ton..