I see you watching me, every day while I wait for my ride to take me home, I feel your eyes on my feet, on my legs, on my shoes and the way I move. You’re just a guy, you can’t help yourself it’s a tale as old as time. I know just how to manipulate men like you, how to get you all worked up, to trigger something deep inside you that makes you forget all you have to lose, and lose yourself in your fantasy that is somehow coming to life. how far will I let this go? How far will you go?
