Your step and the way you carry your purse,
You keep my eyes on you
The way you impress.
Looking at you calls for stop:
You roll my mind and stroke my feelings
To be exorcised of you, I can’t believe.
I can’t stop myself from looking at you
While you leave.
You bought me dove:
My heart was looted,
You are so exquisite I can hold on,
I think I should tell you, to stop this from going on.
Girl, I am hooked in your magic.