Found with a hand in the pot, palms full, everything got Gold skin on a summer's eve, shed tees and white teeth I'll take what I want, I'll concede to all my faults Dirty jeans and tongues pretend to talk, I won't feel guilty when you kiss me Love is malleable and it bends like a body, legs wrapped around me The Gated Garden is a myth I can't conceive and I know where I'll sleep Honey pot, I'll take what I want, I want Honey pot, I'll take what I want, I want