Horny

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? 
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck 
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of 
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me