If I gently surrendered to your lips from mine,
Where a thousand females had been a million times
If I squeezed, squeezed, squeezed your hand in rhythm
Would you squeeze mine back three times in sum
If I put my heart on paper each day but refused to send it
Would you pick my heart’s shattered pieces up and carefully try to mend it
I guess what I’m asking upfront
Is after tonight who will bear the brunt
Susan Awakening 