| The first time you looked at her curves you were hooked.
And the glances you took, took hold of you and demanded that you stay,
And sunk in their teeth, bit your heart and released,
Such a charge that you need another touch, another taste, another fix.
She just might get you lost,
And she just might leave you torn,
But she just might save your soul,
If she gets you when she gets you any closer.
She leads you up, points out skylines and stars, steeple chases in bars,
And took your keys and demanded that you stay.
The city longs well for rooftops and invitations.
All lace in secret places, she moves you to touch with her hands.
And she just might get you lost, (She just might get you lost.)
And she just might leave you torn, (She just might leave you torn.)
But she just might save your soul,
If she gets you when she gets you any closer.
Under the cold sheet, where the welcomed touch of skin and skin will meet,
Out on the inside where a girls prize is at the tip of your tongue.
Where every move and each impulse brings clarity,
To stay like this is everything you'll ever need.
She just might get you lost, (She just might get you lost.)
And she just might leave you torn, (She just might leave you torn.)
But she just might save your soul,
But she gets you any closer. (She gets you any closer.)
She just might get you lost, (She just might get you lost.)
And she just might leave you torn, (She just might leave you torn.)
But she just might save your soul,
But she gets you any closer.
Can you believe your eyes? |
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