Dear Diary,

Funny little guy talking bout what you do I can see the sadness in your eyes

Touching me softly, careful with every move Doing every goddamn thing right

Turn it up, maybe like half a notch Green t-shot with a cigarette blush

Self-esteem kinda low, but to me you're enough I like to hear you talk about what you find tough

Funny man with your hands so rough I like the way you talk, laughing at what you're doing

I like your mood and I like what you're doing Touching me softly, getting me into it

Dear diary, I can barely breathe Waterboy making me go through it

You can get over her, baby let's go through it I can be everything if you let me prove it

Dear diary, I can barely breathe Waterboy making moves confusing

Touching me, look away, I like what you're doing Get over her and get under me, let's do it