Sweet surrender

You dirty rotten bastard! You really get on my nerves.
How come every time you and I see each other you this effect on me?
I feel you eyes burning a hole on my back. I get a little weak in the knees. I get dripping wet.
You're exactly the type that I would never want to be with.
I can feel your passion and it pulls at my nerves.
You make me blush, and stutter, and being the bastard that you are you know this all too well.
I wish that you hadn't planted the seed of curiosity inside of me.
I don't have time for this shit.