How come the dreams become so vivid each day?
The fantasies are unreal, none will come true anyway
Not allowing my hunger to chew my soul
My thirst that you can satisfy is the evil side of me
Immoral fruits shattered the scent of my innocence
Should I apologise for welcoming you in my wicked dreams?
This church lady is no angel and will never be a saint
All the images created in my head are all wrong
Everything in the wild, voluntarily and willingly share with you
I’m glad that you’re absolutely clueless and won’t find out at all
Don’t judge me to be nasty, I’m a woman too!