Something here.

I touched the mirror to see if anything was wrong,
I pulled my hair for no reason at all.
Deep inside you know i think of you,
When i put more gasoline inside my mouth.
I need two twenty packs of red,
Two smoke my way in your bedroom.
I can ride my way for a better view,
Turn at left, at right or just go through.
With the music blasting in the sky,
And every inches of my senses getting wild.
The night is just another playground,
An extension of how i feel somehow.
I got a six strings stuck in my mind,
With all of my fingers playing around.
This is something you'll never dare to touch,
Even if my sunglasses are in your bed.
Hey little honey i can feel you from here.
Will you come over to taste my presence.
There's no way i will let you stand alone, naked by yourself.