Foreign

You had me at Twinkle Lights and Red Velvet
With every passing second under your gaze I melted.
You should be able to get a death penalty for killing me with your smoldering eyes
Tricking me into a game, making me the prize.
Constantly telling me,”You deserve more.”
Tell me, what is this foreign feeling?

 

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