Pimpers paradise~

I don't touch you the way i used to and i don't call and write when i'm away, we don't make love as often as we did. Do what couldn't wait now waits and usally goes away but listen and think when i say, oh but listen and think when i say. Who makes you feel the way i make you feel, who loves you and knows you the way i do, who touches you and holds you quite like i do, who makes you feel like i make you feel. I don't mind if you come home late and i don't ever ask you where you have you've been i just assume if there's a problem, you'd tell me but listen and think when i say, oh but listen and think when i say. Who makes you feel the way i make you feel.