Wet Dreams by The Growlers.

[Leandra]

She's always coming in my head and there's a devil in our bed
I can not keep her concealed and I can't shake that she ain't real

As my consciousness slips I fall into her grip
We drink the devil's blood inducing psychedelic trips
She's got ocean in her hips and liños in her lips
And when you're lying in my arms she's still tugging on my dick

Wet dreams
It's not easy coming clean but my urges can not wean
I used to fight but now I fiend
Wet dreams