Little Words

and they work, yeah they work for leading me on
and the ants are crawling on my computer
you inspire lust like the girls in the water
if I can trust and feel my desire
when you have gone, sterical spell on me
Little words, doesn’t take much to spit them out
but they hurt, I’d prefer you swallow them down
and the ants I swept them off my computer
the image is lost of you in your underwear
this I can’t trust, or feel the desire
now it has gone, you’re pretty much dead to me