'Wish That You Were Mine' by Maria Lebedev
Fingers soaked in margarita You control your raged libido And you always change your credo Trying to guide yourself But you never seemed defenceless You believe in taking chances That time when I stood against you I fell under your spell (Chorus) After all this time I hope you taste my wine I wish that you were mine But you won’t bother with a line You feel useless and deflated Inspiration’s overrated Frenzied then, you’re now sedated Wine’s become your trend Perfect pause of private pleasures Seems like a rewarding gesture I’m resigning your affection Truce is not so bland (Chorus) My heart beats double time When I drink your wine I wish that you were mine But you won’t bother with a line By Maria Lebedev Maria Lebedev is an aspiring fashion designer who currently lives in Los Angeles. Her second passions are music and poetry. She has been writing songs and poems since she was a child. Read the full article