Hungry for a piece of you
Any piece will do
Wanna mark you up and down
Turn your frets and sorrows around
Won't take much, of course
When I start sucking, your voice gets hoarse. A raggedy husky breathing moan. Rather,to me, an enjoyable tone
Gonna leave those hickies where all can see that say what they will, you belong to me.
© JoyWhitsonBell