12 in the morning, I can't sleep Somehow you keep appearing in my dream I try to block it out, but it seems every time I blink I see melodies moving in sync with your body I know it's kinda naughty, so put me in the corner And force me to say I'm sorry, cause you're the mistress And I don't mean the type of girl I creep around with After I fight with the missus, cause you're the missus I mean the type of girl that gives around the orders Cause she's running the system, laws of attraction I made a cake myself to numb the affection When you give me attention, I see the tension When I put other women on my status, you will swear we lose the connection Maybe the reason I shed the load in my mind on this record Is to show you my efforts You poured your heart out, I told you I'd never wreck it Showed you all my cards, you never gave me the credit Don't sweat it, I'm still infatuated
