Testo Black Cross

[?]
Your favorite kind of dress
Beg me to confess
Hands on bodies, her chest, my princess
I'm made for self discovery
[?] for three
Just take your time, I've lost my mind
Just thinking about you Taste, so close you're so far away
It's the price I had to pay
I look like a fool in this room full of rules
[?] to be broken
We [?] pass these L.A. lights