What is it about her? Why do I like her?
No feelings attached, it was a one nighter.
Sure she was my first, and sure a biter.
But it’s not physical, for why I like her.

Sure if I can get over her beatiful eyes?
Or the way she waits, and the way she lies,
Slowly next to me, “relax” she implies.
So I layed back, closing my eyes.

My mind is racing, what do I do first?
Just remember those movies, and you wont be her worst.
The moment her lips touched mine, I became emotionaly immersed.
So much for just sex, I have feelings on my first.

I knew her feelings wern’t real, but mine were…alright?
I learned that the hard way, the very next night.
Can’t I be with you? I’ll treat you right!
Sex ain’t everything, I began to cite.

She didn’t want to be with me, she just wanted me.
she needed her fix and well, I was her groupie.
It’s like she was the guy, and I was the lady.
I’m just so fascinated for us to be more… lengthy.

You can’t always get what you want, unless life was simpler.
But if I already had her, why couldn’t I “have” her?
Was there anyone else, that she could be after?
So many unanswered questions, the pile got bigger.

Me and her I swear, a couple that fit like a glove.
Friends with benefits, now I know what that consists of.
Pushing my feelings away, using just one more shove
Facing reality, as if I watched from above,
Each minute I spent with her… I was numbing love.