I Want You So Bad

How I image a teenage boy feels, am I right?

I can't take my eyes from you,
They stick to you like Gorilla Glue.
You are my sun you are my sea;
You are everything to me.
You walk down my street with a swing to your hips,
And I shiver at the thought of those soft red lips.
I want you to squeal,
As I trace my hands up from your heels,
To what only my mind can reveal.