Slow Loris

Everywhere she goes, people want a piece of her
If only we were alone, maybe I could sleep with her
But she’s ways away and she stays away
It’s the way she fakes it when we lay
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay with me
The way that things go
I’m too weak to please her
The feeling seems too old
Old enough to need her
But she’s ways away and she stays away
It’s the way she’s got nothing to say
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay with me