Fuzzy
You bit me
I squeeze your knee
I wear black lace

You just came
Saw it on your face
You just came
Outta the woods

Brought me wine
I knew you would

I like to scratch your chin
The face you make reminds me of gretchen

You said i make you feel like you're in high school
I dont like that i felt pretty bad
In high school i hope its not like that