Youngblood
Geoffroy, Geoffroy Sauvé, Louis-Jean Cormier
First on the scene
no other witness
yet she’s feeling me out
like I was the bad guy
Drawn to the youngblood
flooding my veins
with their lust, their love,
and all their bad intentions
Touch me
Take me over
For I can’t hold it any longer
Touch me
Take me over
For I can’t hold it any longer
Man it’s all I can think of
every hint that she lined up
from that look in her eyes
To them lips over mine
Tryin to keep it cool and calm
yet she keeps drivin up my pulse
I’m all tied up
I keep wanting more
Touch me
Take me over
For I can’t hold it any longer
Touch me
Take me over
For I can’t hold it any longer