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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clinton Maurice Wilson
Clinton Maurice Wilson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Fightin' with my demons out on the front steps
Tryna tell myself that I really shouldn't want this
I'm shredding any dignity I left
Just to feel your teeth sink into my chest
Then you bare my soul as you take control
The first time might have been a mistake
Now I can't help it, I'm hooked on your taste
It lingers on my lips like a touch of honey
By the second sip, I tried to say enough
But by drink number three, you were calling my bluff
I never even knew I was on my knee's
You make a weak man out of me
Now I'm covered in sweat, lying in this bed
Face is flushed and my heart rate's pumpin
I could throw you down like you want me to
But I think you get off on the abuse
As we're face to face to put you in your place
The first time might have been a mistake
Now I can't help it, I'm hooked on your taste
It lingers on my lips like a touch of honey
By the second sip, I tried to say enough
But by drink number three, you were calling my bluff
I never even knew we were on our knee's
You make a weak man out of me
As this fire builds soon we'll understand
Why your neck fits so nicely in my hand
The first time might have been a mistake
Now I can't help it, I'm hooked on your taste
It lingers on my lips like a drop of honey
By the second sip, I tried to say enough
But by drink number three, you were calling my bluff
I never even knew you were on your knee's
You make a weak man out of me
You make a weak man out of me
You make a weak man out of me
You make a weak man out of me
Written by: Clinton Maurice Wilson
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