Three Little Words
Three little words. Just three, and not long words at that. They shouldn't make this much of a difference. Even after all the shit we've been through, the little prick still manages to surprise me. Course he does; I don't even know his name, like hell I know anything else!
Man, last night, though, wasn't anything I didn't know about him. What made him beg, scream, moan, come, everything he hid behind his sunglasses.
And now he's lying in my arms, holding me like he's never gonna let go. Turning my world upside-down with three little words:
"I'm a cop."