Passion by Zappacosta
I got a frantic disposition an all consuming mission I'm
after you
I'm a stick of dynamite ready to ignite because of you
It's a desperate situation, a physical frustration
I don't know what to do
And I don't have pretty things to offer you
No cars no diamond rings
And I can't afford these things to soften you
Baby, all I've got to give to you is passion
I won't accept the blind rejection, you can hold
inspection if you want to
Take a look you'll realize though there's madness in my
eyes
It's all because of you
Seething, reeling, caught up in my feelings
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