George Maple

I'm afraid I'm addicted To the click of your tongue Tellin' me what I'm doin' wrong. I'm afraid I'm convicted To lie back, sit around here, talk about you all the time. How do you do that to me Always? Always Do that to me? It's all in your head It's

Touch of your skin, blurring my vision, Seeing the same film again. Closer you pull me under the table Sign of how this might end. PRE-CHORUS: But if you don't want to hold me, Maybe I could change your mind 'Cause I'm waiting, hesitating. And there'