i like the way u watch me bend, almost like uâre tryna memorize every inch
i think uâd like the way i blush when u whisper in my ear while iâm takin notes
maybe iâll pretend i lost a clue just so i have an excuse to get on my knees for u
everytime i push my glasses up, iâm picturing u pullin them off slow
iâm tryin to solve mysteries but all i can think abt is how ur hands would feel on my thighs
i swear my skirt keeps ridin up cuz it knows u canât stop lookin
i swear my skirt keeps ridin up cuz it knows u canât stop lookin
u keep starin at me like that n iâm gonna drop my glasses on purpose just to bend over again
if i ask u to âhelp me look closer,â itâs not the clue i want ur attention on
maybe iâll act like iâm takin notes just to slide my thigh against urs under the desk until u canât focus anymore
i could be searchin for fingerprints but what i really wanna feel is ur hands on my hips leavin marks only i know r there
i keep losin my pencil on purpose just so uâll lean down with me n feel me brush against u under the table
maybe iâll âaccidentallyâ smear ink on my fingers so u have to grab my hands n lick it off slow like u always wanted
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