You‘re looking quite sharp, sugar.
You‘ve got some teeth on that stare.
You‘ve got them tattered blue jeans on.
You‘ve done that thing with your hair.
This bed could use a secret and these pounding hearts could keep it.
If you could, i could, i swear.
You turned me on and i‘d like to know if you were trying.
Angel we are so gone.
By tonight, the earth bursts open, we shed this clothing
And you‘ll see my from the angle that you missed.
You‘re looking high strung sugar. Why don‘t you sink a little bit?
Into the sea of sweat our skin can spit.
It was good to keep me guessing because you know i hate attention,
But can we get down to it? Can we get down to it?
Nothing exists but this..