you're known as manipulation, and I don't seem to care
cause I'm so vulnerable and I'm held captive
in your love/lust conversation. you got me longing
and lusting for a demonstration, knowing you're only going to
leave my heart in aggravation, but when it comes to my desires
only you can fill its satisfaction, so I sit in the want ads in
classification, hoping you'll choose me and deliver me to my liberation
because this anticipation is killing me slowly