I got a feeling we are gonna win
And your eyes can make me swim
Then again everything seems new
Are saying more than we can talk
and warmer than our bedroom sport
I'll take you down the other road
He:"Is that your knee resting on mine?"
She: (whispering warm) "If I move I can."
When I press an ear up to your breast
It's hard to tell our beats apart
So I hope you're listening right now
´Cause I can barely hold my tongue
The shit we do could warm the sun
and sleeping with the scratching claws
and seeing all the things I see